Stare Snippet

sitting on the bus. bemoaning that my bike is getting a tune-up. staring at early-morning broadway. it’s almost lewd, even in morning light. up above the tawdry strip fronts i look for something new. in an open, grimy window, between two curtains, a haggard guy sits, staring at me. maybe that’s why i looked in the first place? his stare (glare?) is almost a challenge. i suddenly feel unprotected, even with the distance, the building, and the bus between us. i hastily look away.


About gwenamon

bookworm, confidante, creative director, cyclist, global wanderer, music lover, shutterbug, shoe shopper, snowboarder, writer, yoga geek. i'm also a very proud mama of a lil mister named james.
This entry was posted in I Snippet and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s