She was sitting in front of me-
a grown woman eating fruit snacks.
Two seats over, a growing man-
engrossed in his copy of “The Warriors Diet.’
My favorite must be the boy.
His recycled Mason jar-
hot condensation, steeping leaves.
Aroma therapy for a five foot radius.
Secondhand scent. Myself.
Removed. Jittered by black coffee.
Pallid. Blank. White.