lake shore limited (Patreon)

The woman next to me on the train stares at her phone with thumbs frozen momentarily 
She is thinking of how to word the message she’s typing 
She scrolls up to look at the above messages quickly 
As a guide 
She types and then pauses again 
Thumbs frozen again 
She is just like me 
I tried to cry slyly earlier in the ride because I didn’t want her to see 
But I know she did 
I wonder if she thinks I’m just like her 
Her phone case opens like a book 
In the inside pocket she has a post it with something scribbled on it
A bandaid 
A worn business card 
On the surface she is put together enough 
But underneath 
Quietly disheveled
Lived in 
Human 
Tired 
She is just like me