Named.

My name is Giver when I'm the water for your head

last name: Pipe Drain

to wash your words away until they're

dead

in the water, taken to a place

where they burrow in my veins.

Am I being clear?

To a rain cloud

it might sound like

intuitive erosion.

Spare me the flush of spit

when the regret from your mouth

falls out with your toothbrush.

Afterall,

there's a creekbed 

on my tile floor

and for these guests we must impress,

we built a clean, safe platform.

Now when I roll in the mud

I see pristine feet.