she sizzles
like bacon
in a cast iron pan
she sputters and spits
be careful
not to get burnt
mostly
she doesn’t mean it
sometimes
the words escape
on their own

you will
know
when she does
instead of spattering
little drops
that sting
tiny annoyances

she will
freeze your world solid
chattering teeth
the cold void
of crystal silence
shall engulf you
you’ll find yourself
wishing
for little scorch marks
as your hands
grow numb
lips turn blue

frostbite or burns
the only options
when the mood strikes

so he cooks in gloves
carries a heavy jacket

she is unpredictable
he loves her