Warm Summer
Waiting at a bus stop
along a four lane residential street
I am smoking
a cigarette I am holding on
to a metal pole for the bus
stop lined with holes it is
not shiny Filling
out forms for two and a half hours I
left lines blank
a last name of someone who proved to me
that I am not dead
in my belly I feel a silent foot
pressed against
the wall of my stomach I have not had food
in two days Cars
rush by I am the only one
on this street standing
my hands pressed on my round belly
copyright Kristina Coker
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