999 Z137

what it feels
like
when all the houses
look the same
and the cars
they look the same
and the metal can
a bus
we ride in
everyone looks the same

and I can’t say what it means
when the bus falls apart
or when
the neighbors all paint
their doors

or when the medicine
runs
runs

I feel not the same
but just the same

I have blood
hands

dirt „