Jade TheBird


Fugitive World - Poem by Jade TheBird

The woman in front of me
Coughs like she has pneumonia.

I move to the back of the car.

There, a man absent-mindedly repeats to himself:
“You won’t get me! ” like a hundred times a minute.
I look out the window as if I’ve seen a ghost.

The man next to me moves to the front of the car.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, January 14, 2008


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