Bay Area Rapid Transit
blood on the floor
the bathroom of the station
swinging from an open door
the fanthom of
AIDS ridden
hepaptic ulcer
gushing
the ass of a faggot
the arm of a drug addict
the nose of the battered
induced doubt
fear
and the gut
keeps the man from taking a shit
mixing with another man’s fluids
it didn’t bother me.