im taking the pigs eyes out and ate them

warm milk
served in cold white
glass poured
into—
weak coffee
dripped from two-headed
spout steaming
from its own heat
controlled by hands
trained by Swiss-accredited
hotel academies—
work experiences
spent sticking tiny mirrors
under doors
connecting doors—
watch the reflections
of hurried love-making
hands on the wrong places
tongue missing the tips
of lips
lovers move
in ancient chairs
with detachable backs
as if attachment
to modern love practices
was taboo—
and a man thumbed
familiar numbers
on poly-pixelated screen
and waited for the air
to give in and let
two sets of numbers
converse—
i observe
all this talking
and drinking, and moving
and all the observing
unmoving