left corner of the room

I brush off hair to my back

amusing my ears in tempt

and walk afoot in my neon vans

 

accounting a ripple in puddles of soil

I avenge my night’s turmoil

for it had smothered my thrill

the day before

 

reeling out tongue on dewy

chapped lips, my teeth knit in and

barbed cornea dilates down as

vehicles scoot by me in windy haste

 

saving a seat I come aboard

so do you in a fleeced hoodie

and soon inks and paper cloud us forthwith

we do not exchange gestures or conversations

instead

we move by each other’s presence

aware of the warmth that comes from within.