Chicken Couch

Cluck cluck cluck:
Chickens on a train.
The day that starts
Will never end
While words fall and fall
And dribble and poop and
Pop and splash from your
Always-moving mouth.
And me without my earplugs.

Who cares if you live in New York?
“I need to get this couch I saw
At this shop in SoHo.
O
M
G
It is so great.”
I’d like to put you into a couch.
I mean with needle and thread.
The kind of activity you didn’t learn in Home Ec.

But I’m vegan, so I
Try to tune out
As the train takes her to her furniture
And me to quiet at the end of a vomit.