Her Mouth is Running
Her mouth is running with the mind of water
A constant barrage of words no one notices
Until the room is flooded with them
I sit on a wet couch, irritated now
How do we stop the flow of words?
I cannot ask her, for she never pauses to listen
Verbs and adverbs hit the floor and flow into the hallway
My shoes slosh as I follow them into the bedroom
Does she ever stop? I ask my father.
Afterall, he is the man who married this mouth.
The mouth that never stops running.
He shrugs, a man with no words.
A man who is not wise enough to run.
Yet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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