Lobsters

Fist fights and fire sirens.

A drop and a crash.

Board me like a dog

until you come home.

Board me like a dog

and I’ll be happy to see you.

You’ve gotta put a lid

on a pot of lobsters,

but I won’t try to climb out.

I am rough.

I spit like boiling water.

But for you, I lie down.

An alarm clock

chiming in my belly.

A grandfather clock

counting out loud.

Only the faucet

warms my hands.