The bus stop is very cold and dirty

and the woman next to me is rude.

She keeps asking me when the bus is coming

rudely.

I’m done with my cup

so I take the opportunity to make the bus stop dirtier

and leave it there.

There’s an orange in my bag

given to me by a man whose affections I’m disinterested in despite having regular sex with him.

It is next to chocolate I have bought and offered to others

secretly hoping they will refuse.

I didn’t buy the tequila I was asked to.

A man on the bus asks me crudely if I’m single 

and I lie because he is ugly and off putting.

Perhaps I will lie tonight

so I can stay alone and eat leftovers I resent.

I am happy because I am not in pain.