Metro Persona

Her hands danced
over her cell phone,
carressing its link
to the outside world.
Pink dye seemed to be
her "thing" and she was proud
to be a part of the
"unfashionable" world.

She reminded me of
someone I knew
and the insight was
startling,
not that she was different,
but that I knew people
like her,
that I was friends with
them.

Fishnet stockings
shouldn't be worn
if they're ripped,
holes in holes
don't work,
no matter who you are,
although, the boots
in their purple stilleto-ed
glory,
were wonderful.

The entire ride,
I stared at her reflection
in the glass,
only looking at her directly
as I got off,
staring at her through the closing plexiglass
and watching as she
carefully ignored

everyone.