THEY WROTE ME BACK

I'll sit on the bus

and feel cold

glass on face

and simultaneously,

a man's deep baritone

rumbling too loud

talking too much, about

Portland.

food trucks, micro brews, and

vegan stripping.

Who cares

about your post-feminist values

shaming and

I remember when I was

drunk and applying for jobs

as a dancer.

Also shaming.