By Victoria Belway, Contributor
I waited for the bus, an hour too early
a halo of dim light curled around my head
singing, performing a little mantra
14 minutes, 11 stops, get off the bus at the
Toys “R” Us!
An exhilarating 14 minutes of my phone swallowing me and
me swallowing bolded font:
You will know it’s us,
Google will remind you with a little vibration,
when the sudden halt of the bus
causes a bitter butterfly sensation.
To your left, the Toys “R” Us,
Now, close the email application.
A glimpse of something jubilant, juvenile,
maybe mocking or menacing,
a neon sign that forces the guilt right back down my throat
I calmly squeeze through the door, my halo suddenly melts into black;
Get off the bus, I see the
Toys “R” Us!
