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Abracadabra<\/strong><\/p>\n The man on the bus Len Kuntz<\/strong> is a writer from Seattle, Washington.\u00a0 His story collection, The Dark Sunshine<\/em> debuted last year from Connotation Press and his next collection, I’m Not Supposed to Be Here And Neither Are You<\/em> is forthcoming from Aqueous Books in April.\u00a0 You can also find him at lenkuntz.blogspot.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Abracadabra The man on the bus Keeps staring at me from his seat up front Conspicuously turned around No one else notices It\u2019s a vehicle filled with ghosts and stooges All of us forgeries This guy has problems Let him have them I stare out a dirty window at a city steaming […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7990","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7990","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7990"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7990\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7992,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7990\/revisions\/7992"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7990"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7990"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7990"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nKeeps staring at me from his seat up front
\nConspicuously turned around
\nNo one else notices
\nIt\u2019s a vehicle filled with ghosts and stooges
\nAll of us forgeries
\nThis guy has problems
\nLet him have them
\nI stare out a dirty window at a city steaming in sunshine
\nAfter an earlier thunder storm
\nDiamonds in the asphalt glittering
\nWisps of vapor snaking away like anorexic genies
\nThat\u2019s how my life is sometimes
\nA slow smolder
\nAll the ancient stuff igniting while I
\nTry telling myself that my childhood was an aberration
\nOr I\u2019m just exaggerating
\nIt wasn\u2019t that bad
\nCouldn\u2019t have been
\nNo way
\nNot in a million years
\nBut I\u2019m on my way to see you
\nAnd that\u2019s what counts
\nYou with your open arms
\nAnd ready ear
\nYou who\u2019s seen every scar
\nEven my hidden heart scars
\nAs we round 82nd street
\nI look up front
\nBut the guy is gone
\nMaybe he was never there to begin with
\nMaybe I can finally let go of the baggage
\nStare it down
\nBlink it away
\nAbracadabra
\nSure enough
\nLook
\nThere you are
\nOn the corner waving
\nAs if I\u2019m home from some war
\nAnd I\u2019m the only person you want to see at this moment
\nWhat a feeling that is
\nLike being lifted on shoulders and carried triumphantly
\nThrough a cheering crowd
\nPardoned from shame
\nAs free as air<\/p>\n