“Standing Room Only” by Jude Lally

got no business being here
can’t see, can’t move
can barely breathe, barely hear
all I can do is watch butts and thighs slide by
to spy a glimpse of fresh air
in hopes there’s room outside
to smoke

about half who maneuver
the squeeze between my knees
and the person standing
inches in front of me
I wish would slip
fall back in my lap
and ask, Mind if I sit here?

-Jude Lally

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