Bus Station Shopping | by Alicia Cole 


The headset is a little worn.

I bought it in the bus station,

Greyhound chic. The pads

are worn off, hanging on

by the torn felt, the plastic

poking its little fingers through.

I wish I was buying cheap

headphones again, on my way

to see you. Eating eggs

and bacon with the hard-working

husband on his way to earn

for his wife and the child

on the way.

What is on the way? I was

on my way then. But, now

I’m never on my way, unless

mentally. My fingers tangle

the headset in my hands.

The pads loosen, reveal

what they protect, reveal

again what they protect,

never fall off.

img-20170110-wa0007Alicia Cole is a writer and visual artist in Huntsville, AL.  Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Hermeneutic Chaos, Corvus Review, and Otoliths.


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