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.