October 21, 2012

• Consumed

  She plopped down next to me
  Blocking me in for the duration
  Of the train ride

  This large, evil force
  Unbeknownst to herself
  The seat will smell of her for days

  Try to brush it off the sweatshirt
  Smell the book
  Look out the window

  She keeps reaching for her change
  Making sure she has enough money
  'Hammond'
  She says
  That's twenty minutes
  But it feels of hours

  A cigarette falls out on one
  of the attempts to check the change
  Making sure she has enough money
  To get to that recliner
  Or soup kitchen

  She breathes outward and inward
  As she catches her breath
  Audibly sighing as if the lungs are unfamiliar
  With physical exertion
  This evil woman taking up two seats
  In the two seat aisle
  She falls asleep
  The sweat excretes

  She wakes up
  Politely apologizes
  And heads home
  The seat will smell of her for days
  I have to move away

  Consuming smells
  That take my thoughts
  I am not an upstanding citizen, Miss
  No one apologizes here

  • 1:17 pm
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