The constant clink 
of your fork against the half empty 
dinner plate.
Shoving the food you
so desperately wanted down,
attention staggering
to the hall–
the hall where there’s a lock
on the door of the bathroom. 
Where there’s enough 
space between the dinner table
and the toilet,
that the tv could drown out…

You forcefully scrap the remains
from your dish and claw
the wooden chair.
Show after show playing
in the neighboring room.

If you just sit there
long enough,
the urge might just