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.