bean sandwich

when it is
lunchtime
and you literally
eat
a bean sandwich,
just black beans
between sandwich bread
and that’s all.
and then you
eat it slow
with no seasoning,
and stale water,
and then its paste falls
out in chunks onto
a folded paper towel
on some dirty table,
and the blue sky
beyond the old window
is blotted out by
purple drapes, and then
you think fuck,
i wonder how dusty
it is in this room?
and you look around suspciously.
and think no one please
talk to me right now,
i need a wash, thanks.

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