by Samantha Todd
Why is the bus seat the comfiest?
Where I can finally slump back into it
And slowly get lost in the world outside
Where I can claim my usual spot -
On the right, one row from the back, closest to the stop button
My therapist's chair now open for business
It doesn't change whether I'm happy or sad
It's always here
It lets me stay for as long as I want
If I want to think for a while and take a ride to nowhere
It wont complain
It will quietly let me enjoy my own company
At home,
the seats are woven with fine fabric of worry
I can't sit still
I'm told to sit still
I'm told to sit straight
Stop slouching,
behave properly
That's where I sit and study,
Stress and procrastinate.
Here I have my bubble,
Time is at a standstill as we move.
In those 40 minutes home
I feel more at home among strangers
Than I do sitting alone
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