why do they play
the music
so loud
in this restaurant,
you ask
your friend
betty. what?
she says,
moving her hair
back and
pointing
at her ear.
I can't hear you,
she says. talk
louder.
so you scream,
why do they play
the music so loud
in this place?
I know, she yells,
back, the chicken
is undercooked.
I agree.
and it needs more
salt.
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