on the bus, the open mouths, the quiet hum, the shuffle of bodies pressed against everything but flesh, the avoidance of dirt and all things human
on my way to him, my friend, with his unwashed self and his breath and I love it that he's human around me and we have no shame.
over and over again I see the world recoiling from each other, pretending we don't exist, only to seek out that affirmed company we are familar with
defiant, I smile at them all, I nod hello in the most pleasant way, I even sometimes exchange waves with complete and total strangers who meet my eyes and search for something in them.
there is no end to the people I cannot love and the love I have to give.
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