staff meeting

screeching sound waves
damage my soul
the way fingers on a chalkboard
tweak the eardrums
your "umms" are like
salt on a snail
and your face
reminds me of when
an infant sucks on his first pickle
the remedy to my pain
your demise
silence is golden
a sock in your mouth
my lottery
a bag on your face
my day in the sun

--Shenandoah Lynd