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This Living
Tegan Kehoe
A bus sleeps in two garages
after a week or a month
is there an “away” and a “home”?
each shed’s own fumes and odors
appealing when they are ahead
no driver would care
they’ve got beds
hotel beds with stiff plushy blankets
home beds, sweeter
the busses are just numbers.
Number 2365 knows the quality of lighting
in many terminals
the soft hum of dying engines
garages in Albany and the Big Apple.
At both ends
someone comes and sweeps up
gum and soda and alcohol
all of the sticky things that fall from travelers
at both ends
there is a conclusion to the day.