I sneeze on the bus,
and no one blesses
me.
what's the
matter?
I think to
myself.
do you want
my soul to be
damned!?
or at the very least
can I get a nod,
just to assure myself
that the me
sitting next to you
is real?
YOU ARE READING
BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
a small matter
I sneeze on the bus,
and no one blesses
me.
what's the
matter?
I think to
myself.
do you want
my soul to be
damned!?
or at the very least
can I get a nod,
just to assure myself
that the me
sitting next to you
is real?