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Going to my parents' place on a crowded bus



I'm sandwiched by two unattractive men
on a Citybus to the land of Sky
and Water. An hour's crossroad journey
from one home to another--
Outside: the metamorphosis of high-rise
glass buildings to fragile trees.
Inside: ten pairs of eyes staring
at my breasts involuntarily pressed
against the back of a seat.
My lungs absorb enough foul-smelling
air recycled from people's breath
to choke a fatal enemy. Dignity
I sacrifice for several hours
with my family. 

~this poem appears in Spokenwar 2007 (see here) and also Concelabratory Shoehorn Review (July 2008, see here.)
~Image courtesy of Jacqueline Williams.