The Fan

Are you a fan? the woman said

and then sat down.
I didn't know what she meant –

I imagined she was famous.
I watched the back of her head
but nothing came of it.

I tried to read
but couldn't concentrate.
The bus turned left, then stopped

at my stop.
Standing to get off,
I blew gently on her neck.

(first published in Going Down Swinging, No. 27)