Silence

In an immaculate box

of white sanitary walls

dwells a cacophony of silence

the only sounds that're ever heard

are of objects inanimate 

when utensils clang  

or ac's hum

or arrangement of plates

of knife on chopping boards

sudden creaks of wooden floors

or laughter from tv

on a table for four 

there sits a single entity

chewing in silence

watching in silence

washing a plate for one

squinting at this realm of delusional solitude

breathing slow,

lest there be palpitations

and unreasonable heartburn

when you wish for peace

pretty please

you could be blessed

with so much solace

you'd have nothing to say

to this loneliness