Untitled Bus Poem.
Too loud,
Talks of incest on her phone.
Another,
In a hat,
With a baby.
Stops a young boy,
As he enters the bus,
Surprised,
He sits and talks,
And I begin to wonder,
Is that the child’s father?
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Poetry By The Malicious Little Hobbit! "My doubts stand in a circle around every word" (Kafka)
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