So many bodies
Crammed together like
We a package deal
I can smell the sweat and fumes
right under the crook of my nose
I get thrown around on the train
And wonder if I'll become wiser
I tried to write this with one thumb
Balance
Barely can
A sharp curve and turn
Much like everyday we open
Our seeing eyes
A man kindly offered me a seat
He could have taken
Packed for the night
You answer telephone calls
And give me sweet sugar
I swallow and hold my own doses
With a power I question
Every hour of every day
I ordered a book on crystals
And healing
Because somehow it all rubbed off on my bones
I'm still finding my feet.