I'm angry with myself for opening them. 

I'm furious with the boy next to me

Sprawled across my seat

As though he had never been told 

To be ashamed of the space he takes up in the world. 

I eat one peanut. 

I'm on the far side of my seat

I've been a good girl

So I only take up half of it. 

Still his arm is touching mine and 

I want to scream 

Aren't I small enough

To make room for you in this life?

Why was I taught decorum?

Why was he taught that every place in the world

Welcomes his presence?

I look at those damn peanuts again. 

Those fucking peanuts, and I feel my waistband spanning more area than this whole flight

And I am not angry any more. 

I'm empty. 

The man crosses his arms

Thighs still bulging onto my seat

And I can't eat but

I feel like I can win. 

Because I am filled with knowledge

And empty space 

Space for more knowledge,

And he doesn't even know to shower before you travel.