My first boyfriend felt me up for the first time on the bus. No shittin'. We would hike up our skirts extra high when we got out of class, and we'd show off for the boys when we got on the bus.

I open the door and she's bathed in white light, spilling over her shoulders and around her head. She wears a rain bonnet. It's cloudy out. She makes me think of my aunt, who was a nurse at Sisters for nearly 35 years. She died last year and since she been gone, well, the house ain't the same no more.

One time I was working the night shift and that teenage girl was riding on the bus. She was with this big old hockey player type guy who kept sucking on her neck. She would giggle and tell him to stop, and I could tell there was some kind of something else going on, too.

I kind of have a special love for nurses. She don't smile or nothing, but I love how she looks with them white shoes. And them white pants. Sometimes the purple flowers on her blouse or umbrella set off the color in her cheeks just so beautifully.