on the morning tram
he’s reading the Fin Review
and looking big
spread across his seat
I sit across
reading poetry
and trying to be small
you know
in case somebody
wants to sit in that space
next to me
as inevitably happens
but only when
i don’t have coloured hair
that’s when everybody
keeps away
when I reach the office
I get a coffee downstairs
and the barista
is giving share advice
to his co-worker