run while you can

Jarred.

These tracks are human. White Pine, MI. Winter 2010.

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.

Senselessly shaking.

Pallid. Blank. White.

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