paper rustles people talking bright blues and grey jackets shirt tables squeak pens click pencils scrape people breathe in and out glancing sipping with hair that’s jelled and sticky or that’s poofy and unkempt the picking teeth the yawn and sigh the temple rub the eye rub the crotch rub others stretch and move and clench and wince hands moving in and out of pockets (the drone of thoughts that call for stillness) words pop out and dance some underline and shout others circle and stand italics lean a bit closer to whisper to each other or give long looks some seek to sleep others just shift from right to left some read down and up others still keep clicking their pens while light weighs heavy on the right side and the shadows sit in the chair on the left some pick noses others ears others twirl and untangle hair hands shift and blood fills the pressed skin near the cheek bones chairs keep squeaking and feet clap their sandles people blink and blink and blink and blink and blink