you chew loudly and the
ever-present roar of the
air-conditioning does
nothing
to mask the ugly swallow of
masticated food
we line up like sheep for slaughter
as ravenous beasts chew
spitswallowscreamchew
spitswallowyellchew
sp-
it doesn't end
we have lived it with it for so many moons that
we...the sheep know our place
— a story of silent households
