It's crowded in here.

It's crowded in here
an elevator stuffed
with a man in a brown polyester suit
and tie that reaches his belly button
a woman chewing bright green gum manically
while twirling her bleached curl around a cigarette stained finger
a cyclist, holding unto his blueberry helmet
fluorescent strips wrapped around ankles, wrists
flashing in the reflection of the overhead light
the quasi-geisha flicks her jet black hair
her face reveals deep-set shining marble eyes,
crimson lips, powdered skin
A girl dominated by freckles plays inside her nose, looking
for hardened secrets, while her mother fidgets nervously
with her electronic Casio watch, stuck in a time warp,
teased brown bangs wave upward
shaking brown fists at a sedentary ceiling
A small Dachshund is all beady eyes and tucked tails,
shivering in the corner, consumed with worry about being stepped on or eaten
Fat man Jack extends a greasy smile, sweat rolling down temples,
his wolf-printed t-shirt growing concentric dark spots,
nails bitten down to reveal a pink swelling
Squeezed against a white-starched nurse in purple Crocs,
creased with cracks that have grown from the corners of her eyes outwards,
spreading fast alongside deep puffed pockets, cushioning blinking eyes
close and open
open and close
a rhythm people start to notice despite themselves
It's crowded in here.
Cheap musk, fabric softner, roasted coffee, McDonald's fries soil a bag, stale cigarettes, wet fur, watermelon gum, sweat, sour eggshells, pheromones, mothballs, a crushed peanut butter sandwich, crispy perfumed hairspray, all mix like a potent alchemist's concoction swirling above a sputtering fan
in the elevator