On the 11:08 to Rotterdam

i’m a plant today
with my head
pressed against
the window
eyes closed
soaking up
the october sun
while the girl in the seat
next to me
clings to her coffee
and stares at her
screen

i have this bad
habit
of looking at
the work of others

she’s writing
a thesis
about god knows what
and i think of myself
ten years ago
at art school
and wonder
if the boy
in front of us
ever showers