I have missed out on time. The 4 has come and gone. This 5 is packed. I wedge my body between 2 elbows and the door. The deaf black boy cannot hear Jamaica weaving out the radio. If I sway out of sync with this ride, The largest women will whisper, "crazy, crazy" behind their bibles. Men have giants and bulls sitting on their heads. They want me to move away. Out of the way. It's this way to town. by Kirsten Olson