Popcorn

I look at him.

He looks at me.

We're both holding back laughter.

The elevator doors won't open,

And worse than that,

We're stuck in here

With a lot of other

Random

People

Who we don't know!

Under the green jungle crown 

you silently go, 

Shimmers of light pattering 

down onto your soft, worn skin. 

Give the lights a sickly yellow glow

Let me reflect 

The scribbled-on stall doors and brightly-colored posters

Framing her face, to remind her