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Again, morning too soon, a smear of orange over the trees, summer wet on the sheets.
Away from her, her, her, complaints swelling in her sleeping self, waiting to be born, her, her, her still snoring thankfully, a few moments alone to savor, inhale, like the lost pleasure of cigarettes.
Bus clanking, wheezing, kneeling to accept passengers, shuffling to vinyl cracked torn seat, no air conditioning, just warm air pushed through windows as city streets slide by.
Diesel chugging, watching suit, suit, suit, business casual, red tie, suit, suit, suit, then bus idling forward, a fast walk along the curb, pursuing bike messengers magically free and racing ahead through stoplights, heedless to danger.
D2 bus downtown, 20th and L, 8:48 AM, somehow like clockwork, doors flipping open, then onto the concrete, a humid 80 degrees, newspaper boxes lined with disaster, then one more stop to make.
Singsong fake Italian order, lining up for coffee in a
paper cup, necessity, shuffling forward, forward, forward until counter reached, money counted, then away, 8:58 the hands read, two few minutes until hate life begins again.
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