Mouth Missiles
From my upcoming book of poems, "What We Leave Behind".
Mouth Missiles
She walked into the room,
hands on hips, lips pursed,
head tilted upward, examining
the interior of my newly built home.
It was her first visit.
“What’s that?” she snapped.
“There! Where the corners meet—
It’s CROOKED!”
This critique of my home
was only the beginning, of course.
I braced myself,
knowing I was next.
— R.C. Mandeville
I had fun creating the image, and I love how you will make use of this "missile" material. I'm not in that house anymore, I'm in another "crooked crooked house with a crooked crooked..." Well, you know the rest, isn't that some old children's nursery rhyme?
Often, they don’t even need to say anything - the facial expression says it all. I have pictures showing those facial expressions. These kinds of people are sick and so stingy with compliments and/or support, or the ability to share in someone else’s delight, happiness.