Fugitive World Poem by Jade TheBird
Fugitive World
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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