Walking through weaves of tangled bodies.
A jungle of broken and unkept smiles
Flailing arms and uncertain strides.
Watching thick legged women fluff their skirts
While men saw their shoulders in their seats.
As if to carve out their place on the train
There are crowds of people for my eyes to weave through and untangle. 
Pausing for a moment to look at myself
Observing myself as I do this
Watching me watch others
I wonder what they're thinking
I wonder what your life was like  
Are you like me? 
Through the weaves of tangled bodies
Jungles of broken and unkept smiles
Maybe you're different. 

 

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