why...
October 16 evening.
on the bus to the hotel from the studio.
sitting down with a sigh.
head pounding from a headache
from what?
that I don't know
looking out the window to see rush hour flooding the streets
the bus stops at the usual stop
my heart jumps
outside a line of teenagers screaming and laughing
crossing my fingers
reciting "don't come in, don't come in"
my heart sinks
frown settling on my face
glaring at the immature creatures
someone in the back trying to shush them
and I
I,
hating them
-Han