WHEN I OPEN UP MY MOUTH

Sometimes
when I’m ┬áin the mood for self pity
I open up my mouth soliciting  responses
and though I may get what I seek
I am seldom satisfied.

Sometimes
when I am in the mood
for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
on raison bread
I open up my mouth
and what I get might be just right
and I delay the need for more of anything.

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