throw back thursday…or further proof that i am and always have been a genius

“y’know, dogs
at least
sniff their hellos”
he leaned over
to mutter at me
on the quiet
bus stop.
“i was thinking
the very
same
thing”
i agreed
so pleased
at the broken silence
my tail wagged
too hard
& i peed
myself
with excitement….

found in a journal…i think i must have ridden buses a lot in the nineties or maybe i was just obsessed with bus culture? …the art is new, the poem, old.