LET US BE REALISTIC, THERE IS NO WAY THAT I CAN EVER PAY FOR THIS

I am still unable to listen
to anything spoken by my fat woman on the bus

who wears faded and stinking sweat pants
who is from Miles City Montana
whose face looks like an old orange
complaining from the bottom of a hairy trash bag
who has children by a man

who has never paid child support
who works maintenance at the second of two
hospitals, two hospitals that with three casinos,
a walmart, a hotel, and a restaurant are the only

places to work in Miles City Montana.
She knows this because she has a friend
that keeps her updated by ‘telephone.’
The bus driver has lips in his nose and swats

at asian passengers when they come too close,
but he tells her he knows which courthouse
of the two courthouses she should go
to. He has a friend also.

She says she wants a divorce. She says
he says he does not
for they are being watched.
The bus driver swings at a chinese man in corduroys

and later the fat woman in stinking sweat pants
who today is wearing makeup
who wonders about the bus driver
who this morning has brushed back her hairy trash bag
from her old orange face and complaining mouth

who stomps off the bus. I stomp off the bus behind
her thinking Miles City Montana must have
more places to work than two hospitals, three
casinos, a walmart, a hotel, and a restaurant.