Our communication: a continuous repetition
Of phrases from a scenario
Badly written, much read,
Excessively rehearsed.

I draw on mine.

You use yours to protect
The table from coffee stains, to gather
The crumbles from yesterday’s sandwich:
You have no mercy for mice.

I leave olive pits on mine.

Having spat them out,
Or posed them carefully after quietly
Using my palm to hide
The mouth from which they came.

We eat popcorn greedily because
It’s there until it’s gone.
How it sticks to our teeth
As we watch the show.

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