The Bus Stops in June
Head on the wet window
Of the school bus
Bangs damp
Legs sticking
Like old gum
Knees pressed against
The seat in front of me
A seat belt crashing
Onto my chest
After a stop sign
I recognize you
With my headphones
Through songs my parents
Used to play in the car
I understand the words
Better than I understand
Myself
The bus stops in June
I never get back on
My headphones
Keep playing
I delete certain songs
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