If you're
one of those
little fat
and glazed-
over
empty vessels
sitting around my kitchen
cabinets—rattling
in this thunderstorm
all hopeful with your
mouth wide
open and supposing—
that it's
what's—inside
that really
matters—like it's
content
that counts!
When
really—
nothing
speaks greater volumes—I mean
nothing
holds more water
than what a thing
is called.
