do the bus stop

an onion stink was in the towels (thin and lurid, yellow things)

& I only wiped my back

there was not much back to wipe.

I myself was thin and lurid-yellow too.

The bus shunted forward and in my eyes

an unwelcome heat was rising

i made- a kind of sound-

the shimmer brimmed and spilled.

onion tears I said to mel,

and made another sound

not quite a cry

for the first time tasting it,

& suddenly, my skin felt thicker

something was fastening to me

hard, fastening hard to me

i could not tell what is was just then.

My eyes were full and the stench of onion was obscuring all smells.