Intermission

Flooding foyer full of food
in yellow styrofoam boxes.
A sea of mouths
chewing
spitting spittle
and words
into a churning white foam that crests
and breaks over you.
GaSp!
gRaB!
GuRgLe!
The tide retreats
leaving on the brown-tiled beach
a wake of grimy salad weeds.

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