A Girl on Bus 73
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
There she stands on the bus 73
Wishfully looking at an empty seat
And wondering if she will be able
To squeeze herself in,
Between people on the adjacent seats
Who have spilled over
Onto the territory that by now
Should have been hers.
There’s an aura of sadness around her,
You can’t know if it is because of her big body
- She will quickly tell you that she got used to it,
It bothered her five years ago, but doesn’t any more -
She can’t explain it,
She thinks it must be because her cat is sneezing,
Her cat is old and might die soon.
What is awaiting a fat girl like her
In this world of smiling beauties,
Is there anything else but an ocean of sadness,
Soft as her eyes, warm as her tears?