Mister Mouth meddles with anger
As dinner settles on dishes,
Rather than in systems.
Spit parched by vocals
While ice rim endures responses,
The throat it soothes
Ma’am-
May your shower not get cold
Beside the body that melts
Like my glass of liquid
Standing still ‘til settled
Drowning in water –
I know you like to think
Let’s not lose our
Words and warmth
We waste water when we argue
