Poetics @dVersePoets ~ When All You Need is Space

It's the smell of his body odor,
like a delicatessen
where the Spanish onion
has forsaken the refrigerator,
that does me in.

If I had three feet...would that make it better?

He stretches his arm
huge hand grasping for purchase
as we sway side to side
perfect unison
lulled by the sound of the rails

but not dulled

Each short curly underarm hair
that busts out of the
too small Lakers jersery
draws my attention

Universes of bacteria
whole civilizations
fumigated
then regurgitated

If I had three feet...would I avoid contamination?

The toothless woman to my left
slides closer
her robust hips now melded
to my own
making room for a young mother
and the cloud of Avon vapor
that tells me she wants to be so much more.

Her story is written all over her face,
and on the shoes that just don't shine
quite like they used to,
and the sadness in her daughters eyes
as she folds into her creator
and stares at me
through orbs that hold no adventure
no fairy tales
just a quiet desperation.

If I had three feet...would I be able to convince her it can get better?

My senses are assaulted
abused, battered
but it is my heart
that has been forever changed.

And as her daughter continues to stare
I realize how vital
that three feet is
to my own survival

What comes to mind when you think of riding a subway? Claudia is prompting poetry over at dVersePoets Pub, and you're invited! Also tossing this one up as my NaPoWriMo 14.04.2012