we sit and pop tabs
tilt the juice out,
but not all,
spear our meat
with Case knives,
share crackers
from a fresh sleeve
packed at the top
of dinner buckets,
this our refuge,
a reminder of
that lies outside
the confines of
our hillside work
we never speak
but if you asked,
if you sat down
beside us, and
asked for one,
a piece of vie-eeny,
we’d hand it over,
and nod, yes
that’s exactly
how you say it