he is sitting at the kitchen table
and I can hear the fridge humming
this air is thick with tension, please,
I wish you would just cut me into pieces
with that dull dinner knife you use
please cut me into pieces
until I am so small that I can fit
up in the cracks in the ceiling
or into the grooves of our tiled floor
because I cannot stand to share a meal with you
where neither of us
dare speak a word
a.c.t
@poemsbyact
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