did you take your meds?
remember you glasses?
forget the theater tickets, again?
why are you doing up,
poetry writing, you idiot at three am?
*** you didn't, did you,
vote Republican again!
since when are jeans and your
good sneakers
"dressing up,"
even in your absurd notions of fashion,
when you are taking me to the Opera?
any idea where the vanilla fudge pint went,
you-on-a-serious-diet-BS-not?
you lost a pound but forgot to mention,
you gained three immediately thereafter?
your wet towels to the hamper make it,
but your odiferous socks and disgusting underwear are just
too much for you to bear?
she's a pain in my side,
and other circular places unmentionable
but most of all,
most happily,
she's a pain always,
*on
and
by my side
an ouch poem