Kindness by Kirby

Wait to board bus back door with pass where the walk was clear. Driver doesn’t open
back door. I cross ice to get to front door, slip fall hard smack dab under the bus.
Driver does nothing. Person boarding sees, “Wait!” Another hands me my hat,
“Are you okay, sir?”

That’s exactly how it’s going to happen. Last words I’ll hear. A stranger politely
mistaking me for sir.

This poem was featured in Issue 07 of Canthius.

Kirby

KIRBY is the author of WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE CALLED? (Anstruther Press, 2020), THIS IS WHERE I GET OFF (Permanent Sleep Press, 2019), SHE’S HAVING A DORIS DAY (knife | fork | book, 2017), and POETRY IS QUEER (out Fall 2021, Palimpsest Press).

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