Lit

There's a woman reading a bible this morning. A tattered onion-skin page version all dog earred and with little memo stickies popping out to save her favorite passages. Makes me wonder what her favorite guilt is. She closed the book and her eyes and just hugged it to her chest. I am partly jealous because I have nothing that important in my life. I can tell she would die for her book.

Beside me is a kid with a gold watch and a crucifix tattooed on his wrist. His phone's screen is shattered beyond recovery and he is still using it. It strange that he can. 

Beside him is a woman in medical scrubs rapidly chowing down on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She is eating so fast, she can't possibly taste it as it has to be jumping her tongue going teeth to throat.