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The Love Life of Bus Shelters

  • Shoulderblade to clavicle, our faces hard
    as old cheese
    and the storm
    gutters bubble
    black ink when a billboard
                                      smiles
                                      down
    a brilliant, total, toothpaste smile
    and
    then …
    This is the place, the only place
    the totally embarrassed
    can fall into all kinds of love
    none the wiser.

    by K. V. Skene