she sits in her minivan
in the back of the parking lot
of the local chinese place,
eating her food alone.
she takes up the whole seat,
her stomach doubling as a
table for her Styrofoam tray
filled with unhealthy food.
i think she is the epitome
of loneliness and depression.
i wonder what her home looks like,
messy, barren, and small.
then i realize two things,
first, that while i'm fit,
and though i have a good job,
i'm just as lonely as she is.
second, that despite her appearance,
i really don't know much about her,
or what her home may look like.
indeed, she could even be happy.
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