8 - Bus Stop

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I lean back in the plastic seat

and let my long dark brown bangs

fall to my cheeks.

A few strands stick

to my forehead.


Sweat.

Even in shade.

Blasts of hot air.

Even in the shade.


Ugh.

So uncomfortable.

Elle,

where the heck are you?


With no energy left

to text her again,

I let my hand

holding my phone

drop into my lap.


And close my eyes.

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