Monday, October 26, 2009


She wakes up a mere three hours late
She runs for the bus and falls on her face
Part of her knee stays on the sidewalk
The bus drives an entire two blocks
Before it breaks down completely
Another bus will be there, in an hour
She pulls out her phone, no signal
Blood pools around the new rip in her jeans
She waits in the hot sun until the new bus comes
She arrives, sweaty and bloody, at her work
The boss frowns and says he tried to call
“We don’t need you today, you can go home”


  1. You're too modest. It's good. I've been that girl.