untitled on a wednesday

Three ghosts on the train today

looking up at the dotted line.

Where do they get off, I wonder?

They are not transparent,

but dirt.

Spherical, collecting greasy hair,

old skin, microplastics,

gel nail polish chipped off,

knee scabs, elbow scabs, ankle scabs

dog shit, bird shit, human shit.

Each has its own seat - no one wants to sit next to them.

Should I tell them when to get off?

Three ghosts on the train today,

and they’ll be gone by tomorrow.