'what are you doing to my good children?'
--this from back of bus, the
semblance of body, thin grey strands
hair matted to liver spot forehead
sweat, yellowed skin,
'i told you, it doesn't want it!'
'my good girl!'
'get outta my life!'
--alone, no phone
'i earned my credit! how did you do
the machines? no, it will not take
--the silence in each other seat, the counting
of blocks, streets, miles to the next stop
'i told you! drug on drug nothing! i don't want him!
get rid of the stupid
go live your own violence!'
--a few shuffling feet, some unoccupied seats,
some duck duck goose, some buffer, she's all
alone back there three rows removed
from re-situated shuttle geography; pariah
'it doesn't want him!'
'you can't do that to my green children!
--same voice answers?
'say good bye to your career!'
'no i will not!'
--begins to harden
'i said get out of my life!'
--one body speaking
'i'm not talking anymore'