Company Lunch

The pizza has arrived
wrapped in the room's flourescent ambiance
and the smell of warm, greasy cardboard

And those of us this lunch is for
celebrate the flow of foodstuffs
like emanations from management's absolute being
while we gather to grumble over all other of these emanations

and those who walk by glance in through the half-open door
while we sit in the awkward sound of our oral digestive processes
and cardboard cutout of conversation

I reach out with two fingers
casually
for the jalapeno.