I saw a girl on the train today, fiddling with the bowling alley carpet upholstery in the exact same way I fidget with the leather on the dentist’s seat.

She looked static-y and tired, her entire face consumed by chunky black glasses and narrowed, cynical eyes.

Green eyes I think, lightly touched with black eyeliner

But her hair was what stood out to me the most, this thin waterfall of a ponytail roaring down her legs, complete with thick, middle parted bangs that swooped down like wings on either side of her glasses…

Her teeth were too horsey for any dentists approval, yet she was tall enough to not look like a horse

17 hands tall.