Silence.
Break it.
If you leave it here it will rot. She says, if you leave it here no one will care for it, certainly not me. Not me, she says. No, not me I will not care fit if you leave it here and it will go to waste, it will rot, it will become all wither and full of maggots and someone will have to clean it up but it won’t be me. No. If you leave it here be man enough to clean up your mess. No-
He says, no, I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough, thank you but I’m full. And instead they put more on his plate, they smile and insist and place their hands on his shoulders and lean their faces closer to his on each side and smile and coax and bring the plate closer underneath his chin and the table cloth is immaculate and his nails are pristine and their teeth are so very white and the glint of the fork catches the color of the room in such a way that he says, alright, alright, alright, just one more bite. No-
Silence. Break it.