She pours the water into the jug
But, distracted, she forgets to stop and it keeps running until it overflows,
Drops cascading down the smooth glass sides and pooling onto the table.
After mopping the puddle up she goes to talk
Just wishing to answer a question, but she says too much and the words spill out,
Covering the carpet in jumbled shapes.
She goes to pick them up, pink with embarrassment,
Unable to take them back fully.
Silence then presses down on her, threatening to yawn open and swallow her whole.