Two men share a pair of headphones,

‘Oh, I love these political songs.’

He — red hair, dilated pupils—

looks as though he wants to rest his head on his companion’s shoulder.

The other — dark eyes, hair still wet from the shower—

‘Isn’t this Chumbawamba?’

eyebrows raise

A joke?

‘Reminds me of Britain’

Their words are too loud

Surrounded by swaying passengers on the bus

Red fumbles with his earbud

‘It’s about the whole institution

You know.’

He softly sings

‘aya-ya co-co jumbo’,

Wet Hair sticks out his lip

soft, plump

raking it with his teeth,

Red watches and slowly lowers his head onto the man’s damp shoulder.