A Tight Fit

the middle seat and 50% of the aisle and window seats were occupied
a sprawl of a man, his flesh stretching the buttons to the breaking point
his knees pressed hard into the seat in front, hands like ham hocks
and a smile that could break your face if you looked too long.
he knew what you thought, he knew that sinking feeling you had
as you double checked the seat number and you knew that you had
better "think thin", real thin, suck it in and squeeze by,somehow
you did by constraining his sprawl with arm rests and gently placing
his forearms across his mountainous belly as he slept, snoring like
a baby, a look of innocence splayed across his grizzled face.