Dec 15
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The Bus: A Rock Opera

for Karen, with love

Someday
I will laugh
to myself,
look each side
to share
a fond
recollection
of some
middle school joke —
choral director
who called everything
“delicious”
or the time
I climbed
(parkour,
before I knew
it was parkour,
back when
I called it Buffy)
out of a residential
elevator shaft,
the hilarious
choreography of
our eighth grade play
and the
bright blue,
sequinned
dress I wore —
I will look
And I will
realise
that no one
there
knows what
I mean.