The familiar green bus
hissed and puffed its way
over to the stop
where I had been waiting
for the last half hour
in the warm morning rain.
My clothes, conform to my body’s
thirty-something-form,
hid nothing from the driver,
as I flashed my bus pass,
nonchalantly,
then took a dry seat
near the back of the bus,
ready for the long ride
that has been wearing
on my mind,
ever since I posted bail
six months ago.
Stephanie Hiteshew resides in Ellicott City, Maryland. She still uses paper and pen to write with.