for the house
You do not speak for me
when you argue who gets fed
or who gets medicine,
playing rhetorical Russian roulette:
the barrel against the temples of children
while you shape the next talking point
about stamps and pills, as if
your cupboard has ever been empty,
or you had to choose between medicine,
heat, or food.
The only gun control I want
is your finger off that trigger,
unless you make it a real game
of roulette and aim that gun
at your own head.