DON’T WORRY AT THE BUS HUB

with a 12x250ml box of vodka cruisers
sugar FREE peach
with a peach waiting for my knife at home
I face the sun glaring through 
dissipating 
clouds shooting north 
summer requires sunglasses and seltzers 
or maybe I do
I don't count calories anymore
so I'm more easy-going in my more mass
the teens yell about nothing and spit for nothing
and I put my box of liquor out of sight
I'm a squirrel squirreling treats 
sort of wishing I could do that at home too
which implies I've shame 
but I suppose it's fear
I look at the book next to me 
my sunglasses are polarizing 
my smartphone becomes a rainbow portal or disappears
it depends on your angle
later in the dark I'll smoke menthol and sip peach
on my balcony that's an overlook
I rule the night because nothing can get to me 
except my one cat who climbs
and my intrusive thoughts
the youths are gone and the rest of us silent
my reflection is jarring 
I'll open the book now