I Text Becca while I’m on the Bus
because whenever I see a cute child, I want to put it
in my pocket and she reminds me my pockets are too small.
I say, There’s a guy with his zipper down, and Becca says,
Tell him. But I can’t. He’ll know I was looking. The girl
next to me has horrible taste in music, bass seeping
through her headphones and I want to tell her,
That’s not healthy. My fingers shake from black tea
and cigarettes I know I shouldn’t be smoking.
It’s so damn windy and I don’t want to get off at my stop,
I say. Becca sends me little blue swirls = ridiculous. She says,
I can’t wait for spring. I’d agree with her but it’s almost April and
I don’t want to get my hopes up. I send a monkey covering its eyes.