the loneliest
man on the morning bus
no one sits next
to me on the bus
not ever
this isn’t a
complaint but a fact
the bus could be
crowded
yet the seat
next to me is left unoccupied
with people
standing and getting knocked around
by potholes on the
street
even the elderly
won’t give me a shot
i don’t know
what it is about me
i used to think
maybe it was that i was fat
and took up too
much room
or that i was
ugly or smelled bad
but there is
much worse on the bus than i
the only
conclusion that i can come up with
is that i simply
do not exude
the dopey
charisma and go getter vibe
that it takes to
make it on weekday mornings in america
and that these
people who sneer at me
and chose to
stand
rather than sit
in relative comfort
can plainly see
the failure
and lack of
ambition that must flow from me
like a niagara
falls of catastrophe
as we all ride
this trap
toward our
work-a-day fate
…or maybe i’m
wrong
and i really do
smell
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