Little terrors

 They are

On the bus one speaks gently in my direction

Wet sounds, beer soaked

Hoping to land on my ears only

Any plans this evening?

I turn into a rock 

Dense and earless 

Ignoring my hyper vigilance 

One sharp glance 

For a dash of confusion

I can’t take much more of these little terrors

Sorry, it’s just that my dog wants to say hi to you

After his fifth prance in front

Of my beautiful sunny day

Deflected initiations 

This one is dangerous 

Despite his pink crop top

But I may be one of the more dangerous ones

I speak into my aura 

Attached to so many violent ones

With nothing to lose but more honor

More family

It’s him again

Oops, he smiles then lingers at me

Picking up his 6am wine from the floor of the bus

Oops, I smile, kicking it to the curb on my way out.