L1

Silence is playing cards

His bluffing face—flawless

Mouths mute

Minded thoughts go putter putter…

Eyes making out with Words

Pens have intercourse with Paper

They scratch each other

Such violence

Chairs crack and pop

Screech here and there—sounds of their hard work

Carpet brushed by their legs

Like pillars they reject hugs from this infinite fiber being

Bodies arose

Arms and Sleeves dance

Sole’s soft pecks to concrete cheeks

Stairs beating rhythmic evacuations.