For your reading pleasure, a few short poems about my encounters with random people in the city.

The hippie on the train
Birkenstocks and socks,
Short shorts expose pale white thighs,
Frizzy ponytail.

Woman in a power suit at Starbucks who refuses to take off her sunglasses despite being indoors
“Double shot latte.”
(Obviously self-absorbed)
“Skim milk only please.”

The homeless people on the free downtown bus talking about how a meth trip made them horny
Crap! When’s the next stop?
I need to get off this bus!
Don’t make eye contact…

The guy who works at the sandwich shop
Confident swagger.
You seem nice enough. But, dude!
Please don’t call me “hun.”

To the teenagers “making a statement”
If you purchased it
from Hot Topic at the mall:
it’s not rebellion.