The trip home was exhausting, thanks to a fellow traveler.
Traveling Coach
Blond hair, curt cut
errant strand trembling
fingers jumping between
beverage and glasses
tablet and 2 phones,
intermittently adjusting filter,
aligning screen,
accessories sprawled over
two seats.
No audible breath,
but with each tap,
each text, each twitch of hers
I felt a muscle of my own atrophy
a breath stifle
until every impulse,
every movement
crawled inside me
to sleep.
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