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 


hating them



hanna yi