cramped on another bus,
I catch my own breath
mingled with these other transients'
and wonder if I'll be clean again
I can hardly believe it
with the way these clothes cling to me
overlaying the marks of teeth and tongues
I can't shed
no matter what else I change
they lay so close to me
that no contents are hidden
the last few coins
hoarded and worn
loose ends of tobacco
and the many scars from falling
the words I can't form
and the wishes
the things I want
and how I want to be made clean
forgiven
to stand in the silence of your smile
and be made still