Transit Authority #043

To discuss yesterday's bus crash on a bus, a rational bus, while yesterday's bus passed over the median and with violence crashed into a tree; to compare the event to the time a conductor fell asleep and did not brake, sending a train up the escalator at the airport.

Transit Authority #041

Three inches across, two inches vertical clearance: the gaping mouth of a woman sleeping, her face skyward, arms and legs crossed like a mountaintop sacrifice.

Transit Authority #039

Black sweater, black hat, and rising up between them and connecting them, the tattered lightness of a long scar, appearing from behind the collar and fading into the hairline.

Transit Authority #037

An unironed man with cheap headphones, a timeworn pate over low-bridge square glasses and over his unfit thighs, a beaten Jansport backpack, worn-out shoes and ill-fitting pants, a baggy blue button-up with TSA epaulettes and the stretched and faded collar of a t-shirt peeking out beside that badge, chintz-pin on a tit.

Transit Authority #029

An older man with a walker, comfortably in the disability seats, well-dressed in fedora and vest, lets his eyes range over the tits of the woman opposite him, his lechery the secret his Ray-Bans keep.