Lucy Anderton

On the Bus

The silky
hair, black
and guided
into a slim
river down
her back was
all he could
see—won
dering if she
liked to have it
pulled back
hard and then
her head
when she
was being
fucked, she: turn
ing to look up
at his face,
skin tight
around his
mouth eyes
glistening
with something
ancient. Something
battered and
so ordinary.


Lucy Anderton
On the Bus first appeared in AGNI Online.
Poem, copyright © Lucy Anderton, 2005
Appearing on the Fishouse with permission
Audio file, copyright © 2005, From the Fishouse