DismantledPiece by pieceI'm taken apartThe sum of my partsWeighed. Measured. Found wanting.Not enoughNever enoughThe parts don't matterUntil they add up to respectThe sum of the parts is a colleague, an equal.The sum of the parts commands respect.I'm being dismantled.First go the desks and then the wallsThe shelves and the drawersThe kettleThe tea towelAll taken apartBecause… Continue reading (Not actually on the) Bus Poetry v4
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Bus Poetry, Vol 3
I think I timed this wrong...Comparisons on the BusEspadrilles. Ankle trousers falling perfectly at the sandal strap. Delicate fingers holding pistachios and a very literary novel. Patterned blouse containing the hue of the trousers - exact match. Hair pulled up in a messy bun that is far from.Old Clark's shoes. Gray yoga trousers masquerading as… Continue reading Bus Poetry, Vol 3
Poems from the Bus, Vol. 2
MeThere is a dancer in my brain.She remembers all the random dance classes we have taken and a lot of the routines from flag line in high school.She knows the names of all the moves and steps in Bellydance and can point them out when she sees them.She sends gentle shocks to my hips when… Continue reading Poems from the Bus, Vol. 2
Poems from the Bus, Vol. 1
To A Woman on the BusYou caught me looking at youYour beautiful skin and demure eyesYour lovely and bright headscarf covering your hairComparing my own unruly ginger locks and freckled skin and dingy raincoatYou caught me looking at youDark eyes uncertainDark glances from others on the busDark feelings swirling in a vortex of discomfortComparing our… Continue reading Poems from the Bus, Vol. 1