I like riding the bus at 8:00 am
when the windows are foggy
(I only ride in the back, on the first floor)
I thought about your birthday
coming up
I've been shivering
I can't tell if you passed through me
like a ghost, again
or if its the AC blaring on my legs
or the man's fingers I'm pressed into
I like riding the bus at 8:00 am
but I still squeeze my eyes closed at the train tracks
the AC gets a little less bearable