Sardines in a Can

Like sardines we sit
We stand
One by one
Swaying to the chug-chug-chugging
Heels clipping toes
Eyes diverting as they meet
Burrowing heads in books
Newspapers -anything


Unless you’re less than five feet tall
Cramped amongst bodies
No where to turn
To breathe
’xcept the wafting of armpits and towering midriffs
Stagnated breaths
Remains of the night before
And goodness knows what more
A commuters life is oh so much fun…

~ Copyright ©yikici. 01.11.2013


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