augury doggerel

Thursday, September 04, 2003


The girl or the woman who was thirty or fifteen and stood over me on the bus looked as soft and smooth and pale as a baby's simile. I would have given her my seat but there were other places to sit and other places to stand, so I left her standing over me. I was reading Russian translated into English and she was reading Russian translated into English upside down and translated into Polish, but I was really watching her read my book and she had the vaguest smile. When I stood to get off the bus, she settled into my seat, which must have been warm. Then there was me and eleven ducks.


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