Pressure Cooker

I’m a pressure cooker who keeps whistling
Take me off the stove or you’ll keep hearing periodic screams
I might sit quiet for a while
But wait till I begin to rile
Road rage on empty roads
Aggressively cornering in hills
As if that will change a damn thing
At every light the urge to slam the horn
Stare down any driver who dares to make eye contact
Get home and sit still and
silently scream

calm down
calm
down
chill out
chill
cold
cold shoulders
curt answers
I could answer
but
silence satisfies

Don’t ask me another stupid question
I’ll answer in nods and grunts
Silence
Cold shoulders
Curt answers
Warm stove
Chill out
Hot stove
Calm down
Burning stove
Whistle and
SCREAM.