NAPOWRIMO #1 On The Bus (for the lady on bus #3)

My friend and poet Christy asked me to h write with her 30 poems for poetry month. I am getting a late start. But here is my piece .

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On the bus

A lady gets on the bus and sits across from me

She squints her eyes to blur the words I am wearing.

tries to read my jacket with malice

It reads P-E-R-U

Then asks me where I work

I say Chicano and American Indian Studies at the U of M

She says there are Chicanos here?

I told her, all around you,
asleep, awake, working.

And we know where you live

I Wink at her and get off the bus.