please keep your domestic domestic
the air becomes somehow viscous
even amid the bustle the silence
between them is an imposing clamour
she develops a new fascination
with the ingredients
of her chocolate breakfast
and each time she can no longer resist
shooting him loaded, angry glances
she tries to disguise this reflex
by pretending to be fussing with her hair
he cycles through a choreographed pattern
staring blankly at the dust
shaking his hanging head
in an approximation of disbelief
pleading silently for attention
trying to calculate how long it takes
to be forgiven
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