sitting at the bus stop waiting for something to happen

1. at the bus stop with twisted tobacco at my feet I watch as drivers pass, chew gum, with their radios low enough to miss my ears. 2. no one smiles as they drive, but the dalmation in the passenger seat of a blue Toyota does. to most of them, i am just a marker to push the left turn signal. 3. next to me someone has pulled apart the stemseed of a greeny plant, whose shredded bark twirls like lethal teeth. 4. I am planning on what to tell the bus driver when he learns my Translink money card won't work. the card slides in the reader and his eyebrows draw near as magnets as he says "try it again." the card slides in, he sighs "do you have any money?" um "uhh." the seat I choose is strategically moved from his view, as the window seat where I count my pennies just in case.