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.

“On the Bus” first appeared in AGNI Online.