"i sit in the back
Its comforatble here
Its private here
There are no judging eyes behind me
No distracting whispers
There is only me
And I notice things
I notice the words
I notice the soumds
The smells
                 The movements
I notice the snarling whispers
Of a parent to a disobedient child
I notice the sweet caress of a lovers hand
Across the others shoulders
I notice the elations of an infant
Of fatigue
Of hunger
Just because they can
I notice the traffic patterns of parents
Dragging and pulling their children
I notice things
I sit in the back