What do I think? asks Goodreads. JD Rage didn't care too much what people thought of her, outside of a few friends and Bus Depot workers. She wrote a poem on the bus to work every goddamn day, 240 of a now published set of narrative poems, though she liked to number them from #2 - #241. "The bus came/I got on/and melted into the lovely/ air conditioning/ with only one of these wackos/ directly in my line of sight/because, fortunately/I couldn't see myself"