The Bus Stop

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Perhaps the bus
will stop for me today –
take me on a journey
some distance into the future.
It leaves me here,
forever in my strangled past
and haunts me with its vapors.

I tried to hail a taxi just now,
but without luck –
all I wanted was a quick ride
to far away and lonely.
But it left me here again,
forever dwelling
on yesterday’s mask of promises.

I tried to hitch a ride with a stranger
(my skirt a little too high) –
in hopes of going to
somewhere; anywhere.
But he ignored me
with a glance of contempt
and bid farewell with a vulgar salute.

Perhaps the ambulance
will stop for me today –
and take me away with haste
to the emergency room.
It leaves me here instead
to bleed from old wounds
blessing the sidewalk with my ignorance.

Written August 26, 2009