סקיצות מחיים דיספונקציונליים

I sit and I write into the day, into the night,
I write what you are going to read.
And when I finished painstakingly laboring over it,
I send it to you, only to get no reply.
When I remind you a few days later,
you look at me with this passive aggressive lazy look
and you say “I might get to it tonight”
“It’s good stuff” I say.
“Yes?” you ask.
Your eyes light up and with a sparkle in them you ask “is it like good bedside read?”
And you give me that intense look of yours
and I wonder if you can read my mind and see me imagining
you in bed curling up with your laptop that night.
Curling up with my writing. With me.
I imagine you have an immaculately clean house.
Everything cream and beige and white, even your sheets,
everything except the pillow you lean on as you read,
it has some little pattern on it.
Dots or graphics, it must have something on it,
maybe some funny print, because you must have a flaw,
something to teach me something about you.
A graphic pillow will do.
But I bite my tongue and I just answer to you
“I don’t know” and I shrug my shoulders.
But I do know, oh I do.
Because you will have spent hours with my writing,
checking every word as usual
I can see it in the times you inserted your comments.
You must have taken a break in the middle.
It was a lot of work for you,
just as it was a lot of work for me,
because I write it brilliantly every time-you see,
just to get it back all red with comments.
It’s like you have a special red ink bottle just for me.
Boy I dread the red.
But that’s our arrangement my master
That you are the master and I am your slave.
That even though it is littered with red
You will say again how good it is already,
And that you have “just a few comments…” for me
And again you will say how good I am, and that the others should write like me,
But this one still “just needs a little more work…”
And I will do the work- you see,
just to have you say that again and again
How good I am
And my punishment for being good would be more work.
so we will fight relentlessly, me adding comments to yours
and you commenting to me…. We will go at it several times passionately
Because this is our mating ceremony, I am sure you see.
It will only end with you pushing me against the wall and closing in on me
Making me accept your comments and your ultimate word
Before you agree that it is finished already
and that you can safely add your signature next to me.