Small Talk
- Adelrhany Georges
- Nov 20, 2022
- 1 min read
Seated at the dinner table
erect
cautiously averting your gaze.
Silverware scratches softly
against ceramic plates.
The mechanical motions of your
mouth magnified tenfold.
The weighted obligation
to speak staggers me
as we fumble through greetings
in a drunken stupor.
Tripping face first into phrases
coated generously with barbed wire.
Limping away at strained speech
carelessly
stepping towards spoken mutilation
toeing around the edges
edging
Landmines.
Conversational—
Concealed cleverly in
transparent disguise.
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