on the bus high timing the shadows
of big buildings with the opening
of my right eye to avoid sun blindness
and am quietly proud thinking nobody else
has thought to do this today
I bet. listening to alive Ukrainian music
dressed in muted natural colours
save ladybirds L stitched into the scarf.
I lose a tight sense of identity
and melt into the world. not someone
in the world. a world with someone with a heart
unhealthily ok with overstimulation in it.