one way ticket
by Will Schmit
A broken beer bottle in a bus terminal
bathroom threatened my throat, cut
Locked in a mop closet I learned sexual
assault runs down your leg, heard the
last call to Buffalo echo.
It seemed timely to pee before a four-hour bus
ride. Being a boy, nobody asked what I was
Violence took a minute, took my
breath. Too late I made a fist, too
late, I took my seat.
Will Schmit is a Mid-Western poet transplanted to Northern California. Will has been performing and teaching poetry in between bouts of learning to play the saxophone for nearly forty years.
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