Seoul Bus
The smell of perfume
of shuffling innards
And the queasy stench of sweat
Whispers on the phone
Covert conversations of bank accounts
And cheaters
The subversive suspicions of passengers
A waiting game for the next
Open seat
It's a bus ride
On the streets of Seoul
After work.
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