A truck hit me today as I rode home on the bus
not the whole bus, just me

Out of the blue I thought of you
the way your body moves in the middle of the night:

Shoulders, arms and hands
strong quiet movements

Breathless, I had to grab the elderly lady next to me
so I did not fall out of my seat

She was a mind reader apparently, as she

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