another bus ride

Through the space between the seats
I play voyeur with the woman infront of me.
Her existence,
in general,
makes me furious.
-distracted-
as the sun flutters through the trees
like the listless arm of a child
as it grazes across the railing in a shopping mall
or a train station.
And that woman infront of me
is rustling and gorging on bags and bags of nuts.
She shoves them into her sexless mouth,
as her hair sits like a limp mushroom on top of her head.
I hate her just a little bit more.
The sun is now fading into the sky
like a thin, golden coin
slipping into a giant pocket.
And that awful woman
is still eating those damn nuts.