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The Morning of the Following Day

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The girl in front of me
just sniffed her armpit.
She was out dancing last night
and drinking
and met some guy
went back to his place
and took off her clothes
and did the nasty
but they were too drunk
for it to be any good
and the second time
he couldn’t get it up.
This morning she wanted
to puke when she saw
how he held his toothbrush.
She’ll be home soon
and she can stand in the shower
until the water runs cold,
until the stink of it all
is washed away.

Yeah, I was sitting on the bus. And she did. And the story just came as they sometimes do, from out there somewhere. Good thing I had my notepad in my bag…

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27/09/2012 at 12:27 am

Last stop

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Phrases like ‘end of the line’ and ‘last stop’ imply a more extensive finality. In reality, this is my little bus shelter just up the road from my house. It’s the last stop – the nightmare run for beginning drivers with hairpin turns down the twisty mountain road. I had one Maori woman driver break into tears one day – I was the last passenger and it was her first time on her own.

The road is quite narrow and for some unknown reason they run a full size city bus down here. Other cars and pedestrians blanch in fear when they see a massive bus approaching. And I’ve been terrified being a passenger in both car and bus. As for being a pedestrian – I rather like that the bus driver seeing me walk will often stop and ask if I want a ride the rest of the way down the hill.

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04/02/2012 at 11:48 pm

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