Now quiescent words
Earlier it was all howling shouts
Angry tears that I hate so much.
A sapling expecting to survive a hurricane…
Then, what was it
About the way I was standing
Spoon in hand like a weapon,
The water boiling over and creating a hiss?
What was it that made you deflate faster
Than me reaching over and
Turning off the burner?
We sip wine and
Eat pasta cooked a minute
Past al dente.