Saturday commute community

Sloppy students late night

after work I want to tell them

I'm coming home from WORK

get off my train.

Then I tell myself to be patient

because I am only two years out

and I must have been sloppy sometimes.

Like that time I threw up in a trashcan

at Kenmore and as I did it I thought

"I am THAT girl." Or when I walked across Boulder barefoot in the rain

because I did not give a fuck

and my feet hurt.

And I think about how tiring it is

to talk mindlessly

and how walking home alone is easiest. 

and how I got this way is giving homage

to time, and pain, and time. 

And freedom whispers, is mist until

your spirit is crisp specific and true

and that takes loss, the recognition of

the one start and one finish that exists.

Birth, death.  In between is simply breath.

And each breath is you.

But I am still on the train, 

it is still late

and I regret not taking the bus until I realize

ALL public transport has been infected 

with the Boston University virus

which tends to emerge in one of two broad

categories of bacteria:

Skank and Bro. 

They'll get it, eventually,

and eventually I won't care anymore

but just at that moment I want to cry

and slap a few of them

shake them like their fathers used to

and ask: "what the hell are you doing? Don't you know that's not safe? Don't you know?"