8.1.12

En Route

the way exhaust smoke hangs in winter air
Last year of undergrad
and all I can think of is the school bus puttering to my stop
The wretched smell of children, ages 3 to 14
plastic seats with holes burnt into them
frightening
I was nauseated then
as I'm nauseated now
walking to the last exam
Examining these
like carefully feeling the contours of a blister
without letting it pop

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