a week and a half
of distance among friends
of silences and mute observation
and stranger's chatter
followed by
a long moment of cold smiles traded with unfamiliar faces
seating adjustments
waiting for the hook
the inclusive joke
the acknowledged reminder that we're all
thinking the same damn thing
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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