Deaf

Drip  
drip
drip
you chopped the carrots  
into a red bowl  
and the silver tap was still turned half way
to the left.
I could hear it.
Step  
step
step  
away from the chopping board
it wasn't made  
to be used for loud violence,
still the silver tap is turned half way
to the left.
The fool, that day, was you
when you cut your hair
and brought it home in a green bottle-shaped jar,
with half an ounce of ganga and only three toes on the right  
foot...
I never liked you as a drinker.