through all of the busy bodies,
i see you.
you stand in the street with your thumb to the road,
awaiting an invitation into someone's car.
our eyes meet and you grin,
hopping in the nearest taxi willing to open their doors.
my car was always free,
yet you never asked to ride.
YOU ARE READING
BODIES IN OASIS
Poetryyou've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018
