four: bus smoker

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the bus driver smoked pot in the mornings,

held the roll between her bent index and middle finger,

huffing between stops.

ash ran down the sides of the windows,

the bus suddenly aflame,

years of education thrown away, money left on trees.

bus driver woke in the midst of chaos,

screaming parents, suitcase in the corner,

ribcages and tattered wallpaper.

overweight and black, stereotypical.

drove 65 miles per hour in a 25 zone.

rule breaker, lost in her own highways.


bus driver, angry at the future she never had.

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