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Somebody
inside
the
bus
yells
,
"
One
minute
!
"
My
shoes
slip
off
my
feet
.
My
belt
buckle
slips
inside
the
windowsill
.
The
hands
bring
my
legs
together
.
The
windowsill
cuts
hot
from
the
sun
into
my
stomach
.
My
white
shirt
billows
and
drops
down
around
my
head
and
shoulders
,
my
hands
still
gripping
the
wheelwell
trim
,
me
still
yelling
,
"
Hey
!
"
My
legs
are
stretched
out
straight
and
together
behind
me
.
My
pants
slip
down
my
legs
and
are
gone
.
The
sun
shines
warm
on
my
ass
.
Blood
pounding
in
my
head
,
my
eyes
bugging
from
the
pressure
,
all
I
can
see
is
the
white
shirt
hanging
around
my
face
.
The
tractor
rattles
somewhere
.
The
bees
buzz
.
Somewhere
.
Everything
is
a
million
miles
away
.
Somewhere
a
million
miles
behind
me
someone
is
yelling
,
"
Two
minutes
!
"
And
a
hand
slips
between
my
legs
and
gropes
for
me
.
"
Do
n't
hurt
him
,
"
someone
says
.
The
hands
around
my
ankles
are
a
million
miles
away
.
Picture
them
at
the
end
of
a
long
,
long
road
.
Guided
meditation
.
Do
n't
picture
the
windowsill
as
a
dull
hot
knife
slitting
open
your
belly
.
