I love talking to you
she says
looking for my flattered
flush reaction
tho’ we always end fighting
& we do
she has that cocktail party syndrome
going on
has great openers
middle eights lifted from the greats
but no finishers
clinchers of her own
& me…?
a lot of time by myself
in a chair thinking about
about
whatever there is
I don’t get to pick up tired phrases
heated over leftovers
& so
when we talk
I say things her highbrow friends don’t
& that confuses her inner narrative
lineal track of what follows what
& worse
after all the jaw jaw & fighting
she won’t sleep with me
I’m too rough apparently