She complains that she can’t eat in the lunchroom
at work anymore
that she is too sensitive to the sounds of people chewing
she says the sound of it makes her sick
that she cannot bring herself to look at them
so I ask her what she does at lunch now
and she says that she eats in her car
with the music on loud
so she doesn’t have to hear
and turns the rear view mirror around
so she doesn’t have to
Then I pull up her shirt
and start sucking on her breasts
Doesn’t it sound like someone eating spaghetti,
slurping back a real big mouthful?
she hits me on the head
with the bottom of the tissue
This must be what it is like
to be in an abusive relationship.
I tell her as much
but she isn’t having it.
Then I walk into the kitchen
and cuss out the oven
for not being good enough
for Sylvia Plath.