Unconscious of facts
Stomach fibers dig holes
Searching for lost memories
Of natural order

What dignity is found here
Head between knees
Squatting naked at the far end of the shower
Gulping air
Spitting, tasting, burning, drowning
Striving for cleanliness
Yet ***** with buttered bread and sugar

Afterwards
I fasten my grin too tightly
pinching
I wish they were deaf