Choked

I was sitting across

From some scumbag

Piece of shit on the bus

Who thought it was cool

To tell me about

How he liked getting girls

Not old enough to drink

High and fucking them

As the bus driver

A sturdy black man

Who looked like he could rip

A telephone book in half

With his bare hands

Waited for my signal

To attack and leave

Covered in blood

The enemy

Our silent agreement.

But instead

I choked

And exited

Covered in slime

And another man’s

Disappointment

David Burdett

4/25/21