April 2013 (2)
WAITING FOR A BUS THAT NEVER COMES
in his dreams
I am a neighbor next door
peering topless behind blinds
when he starts the car
he is waiting for me to blow him a kiss
in reality
I am a migrant shift worker
in a damp secondhand room
I hear him whispering
‘you are a good factory’
when he rubs my breasts
a cranky puzzled girl
with none of the answers
to match his language
my mouth slick with forbidden candy
I attempt to hush his ‘suck me bitch’ (02nd April 2013)
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