break even

the english
woman on the
train stared
at me like i
was nothing.

she must’ve
thought i was
checking her
legs when i
looked at her.

both of us
covered with
dark tinted
eyeglasses,
yet i can feel

her suspicions
from where
she sits ; she’s
probably saying
” you’ll never

get a piece of
of this shithead. ”
well, she’ll never
know this poem
about her either.

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4 responses to “break even

  1. You’ve got a good Bukowski-vibe going on here!

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