Somehow a noise we're making
is much less interesting
or irritating. It's like
we don't even notice it.
That squeak, squeak
from the chair is just part
of the motion of our leg!
We're in tune with it,
like the thrum of our blood
in our echoing skulls,
as we cheerily turn a page
and around us, everyone's heads
explode.
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