image
Airborn Assailant

every morning at the bus stop
i believe his breath hates my life
unmoved by windstorms
unfiltered in rain
unbound by time
undeterred by the absence of space
between the fingers blocking my face
it cuts through cigarette smoke
penetrates overweight flatulence
interrupts conversation
hurts feelings and chokes laughter
just to find me
just
to disturb my peace

Advertisements