her fleshy thigh pressing into my arm--
dupatta brushing my face--
handbag resting on my shoulder
in the dark of the night-
the front of the bus was red-lighted,
a fringe of tassles,
fake flowers and stickers lining the windshield
they wore dirty brown shawls--
covering their heads-
wrapped 'round their shoulders
one was little
and one was littler
short brown locks curling 'round their ears
the tiny one breathed banana gum on me--
poked me in the side again and again,
raised her hand to her mouth over and over
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