My Wife's Inner Monologue
Oh, to occupy that head of yours
if only for a moment or two. How nice
it must be to have no worries
no urgency. To sprint up
thirteen steps only to yell
down immediately,
“Does anyone know why
I am up here?”
To never have to worry about being on time
someone takes care of that for you.
Oh, and the bills: Quick!
Who gives us electricity?
Yeah... didn't think so.
Yeah... didn't think so.
To be the one playing on the floor,
making them laugh
when it’s that time to leave
while I make sure they have
food, clothes, bibs… an endless
checklist so long, check
detailed, check
detailed, check
it would make
You shiver.
Oh, it must be so, so, so nice.
But all this is nonsense, correct?
We both know what’s true.
That without your calm my go-go would spiral
into oh-no. Oh, and in regards to you, with no me,
production would slow to stop with a drool —
a long snore trapped.
A forever daydream.
So once and for all, let’s make this deal
(a promise per se).
Lie next to me, love, ’til
we’re shorter and droop,
and I’ll finally join
you in forgetting why I
climbed that long flight of stairs.
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