A bus seat with my karma and your hoodie

On a city bus
in a hoodie that still
smells like you
after leaving my
credit card at
a jewelry store.
I really thought to get
myself something nice.
I passed over titanium
for a diamond pendant  
something pretty  
to keep
close to my
heart and all.
But I donít
wear jewelry.  
It doesnít sit right
with my kind of crazy.
I can feel it on my skin.
It chafes,
I walked out  
in the middle of
the sale.
Now Iím lost in a sea of people
squished together,
standing apart
on a city bus
to nowhere,
in your hoodie
and a short skirt.
The next song on the
mixtape comes on
and my listless body
jerks with every bump
we hit in the road
and I just  
ride on
I just ride on
alone and  

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