I am often whiny,
a bit of a pull
to close my overly
expressive mouth.
Although I do open
it aside from conversation,
no words pop out,
just a buzz
ready to consume.
My mother teases me,
waiting on more chores
to be done, before
she even boils the noddles
and saturates
the mushrooms.
I try not to be impatient
even though I am lazy,
too bad my youth
will be spent only
penning unedible words,
that I chow down on,
craving that bite to come.
