Peched on the bench against the glass
Bus shelter, chatting on
Her tiny phone.

The right makeup, china-doll skin
Painted on. Hair teased, curled
Just so and sprayed.

Freezing her pretty little ass off, in
Parasuco, fur-lined leather,
boot heels.

Back so straight, shrink-wrapped legs crossed
In boredom. So painfully cool -
Generic.

Transitory beauty, at a bus stop. I
Drive by. Dangles from thin fingers,
A cigarette.

April 21, 2003