Open your mouth
The tongue rolls out like an old arab carpet
Spitting venom like raindrops
I bathe in the sweat of your brow
Howling like a helpless animal, I turn my back
The warm breath filling up the air
You say I should hum a tune or two
You say I should have an affair
You say I should cut my hair
I name our unborn children
Mary Elizabeth, and Lily, and Jacob
And count sheep in our dreams
While the overboiled milk spills.