She removed the breadcrumbs from the base
of her fingers with what to some
would have been just the casual flick
of a an irritating itch easily quelled
by the simplest of caresses
but having watched her sullen expression
take root and a mean glaze searching
for the right level of disgust
as she destroyed the turkey sandwich on rye
as though it was the last edible substance on Earth,
I saw her flick her fingers dry of the small
leftover fragments as if she was brushing