last night,
when our neighbour thought
our television had fallen over,
and it was actually a plate
crashing to the floor
giving birth
to a million little pieces,
(we need new china),
when I trashed my wedding dress,
with such force
that the lit of the bin
broke off,
(white fabric spilling over the edges),
when I screamed at you
that I wanted to die
because I hated everything,
(and you cried
because I was such a fucking bitch),
I really just loved you

When the bus driver sang during the route, she represented all that is good to me. I listened to her hum while in the background a teenage girl was whining about some boy who had done something absolutely fucking terrible to her, which to me, sounded not so absolutely fucking terrible at all. I wanted to slap her, wanted to trash her stupid little phone so that she would shut up and it would just have been the bus driver and me. To me the humming lady behind the steering wheel was the universe, right there.