a freezing wind
blowing off the river so hard
it bites through jackets
& layers of clothing & i,
dressed for the warm
sunshine,
am huddled behind a pillar
after two hours of riding
a bus, stamping my feet
trying to bring life
to my toes
& thinking
of you, warm as you must be
in the enclosed car you're taking
to where i need to be,
but you
would not ask if there was
room for me,
and i think
maybe
that is the only room
i have in your life now -
a
lunch hour and no space in the
car you're riding in,
to party with
the friends who used to be mine
but no longer invite me -
maybe tiptoeing around
your new girlfriend,
as if
i fucking cared, when all i wanted
was a warm ride
that would not even take half the time
i spent shivering beside a bus stop,
hoping if i paced
and ran
i might warm up
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