Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Thursday, May 22, 2014


by Linda M. Crate

her laughter is obnoxious
not the sort
that is infectious,
but the kind that distracts all
thoughts in my mind
from forming;
she taps her foot impatiently
i see it out of the corner
of my eyes as
i try to focus on anything
but the people around me—
i find the more
she laughs
the more irritated i get
as if this stranger
has declared
a war against my sanity,
but i don't know her;
as she swings her chair around
to stare
can't help but wonder
why am i the
strange one?
maybe it's written on my
head in some invisible ink
that i should be an outcast,
and she should sing
songs off tune.

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