inhaling a breath
of the woman next to me
and her sour name-brand perfume
that must have been spilled
all over her
this bus is about to tip over
and tumble down the hill
and right over the woman crossing
the street
her ruby toes curling
under
there's no place like home
i hate it here
this midnight
eating the sky
and screaming to the
child curled
up outside the video
store, shaking as the cold
chatters his teeth
pink lights blinking
on the tired cement
bubble gum wrappers skipping
over the cracks and moldy pennies,
nobody wants my pennies anymore
i toss them into
a soft wish
skipping over the wet ripples
goldfish swimming around
them and listening to me breathe
close my eyes
and wish for home
