Riding MUNI to Work

Cantankerously,
Looking outwards.
On the bus to and from work,
Devoting my hours to another person,
In order to eat cheese and slip between cotton sheets,
At night – the cat a dead weight of purr by my knee,
To keep me in spray starch and a bad attitude..
On the bus to and from work,
I watch – storing images to create,
I love each greasy plane that forms a face,
A forehead, the sweep of tangle hair,
The dimple of a well-knotted tie,
And knots, more knots,
The worn leather heels on a dingy floor,
The small nose stud sparkling morning light,
A flash of cadmium yellow of a drive-by scarf,
Sharing ear buds, heads brushing together giggle,
Purple in ten shades wafting largely,
Piss soaked tired and dirty – it runs together.
The pictures flush into my heart,
An infusion of you need, and I need,
I need to translate life into lines and words
I’ll break for you.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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