The Fried Chicken Bus
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Complete, First published Mar 27, 2019
In 2015 I wrote a poem. I have written many poems, but this is my favourite. It might just be the best thing I'll ever write.  It's about the joys of commuting, specifically having to catch buses in South London. I am a commuter in South London and I take buses, and so I am completely qualified to tell this story, and I chose to tell it in poetry form. 

If I wrote a poem about operating predator drones in Afghanistan from a windowless  portacabin in the disused parking lot of a Waffle House in Philadelphia, the poem would not ring with the same truth or emotional resonance, despite the traumatic stress being broadly similar. So, commuting it is.
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