Oh bus I miss you
Truant student you made me
Cold weather we love

xo letter to atlanta

nostalgia seeps via
sun faceted head phones
nodding along home

People are strange

"Some people are weird"

I overheard the man say

talking to himself.

You are not the only one getting off the bus

Pushing and shoving,

to be right next to the door,

at your stop is dumb.

Heat is not a friend,
or sympathetic at all
on a crowded bus

Line 8

M E L O D E in ink
Pigtails and many piercings
Alone when she goes

wishful thinking

Don't forget to smile

She might be looking at you

Line nineteen goddess