my tongue in my cheek…
I despise the word relationship, singular and plural,
as it inevitably applies to swooning couples.
I’m old enough to remember the time
before Woody Allen made it a permanent part
of everybody’s everyday lingua franca.
That was his truly heinous crime.
Finally, I have banished them from my life.
I can leave dishes unwashed for weeks,
sleep on the whole bed with all the covers,
allow the trash to grow into mounds,
and, best of all, never have to shave again.
I like not having to read anyone’s mind,
satisfy anyone’s endless, mysterious needs,
or do things I really do not want to do.
Selfish of me, surely, but such sweet relief.
Relationships mostly lead to too many
conversations, usurpations, explanations,
denunciations, recriminations, vivisections,
and, finally, to rancorous separations.
They are necessary for the romantic young
and for propagating the species, but
I am old and well past propagating.
I keep them lodged firmly in my past where
I can remember the best and forget the rest.
I prefer my cat, my books, solitude, silence,
microwave tacos, and peace of mind.
Hey, I’m not kidding about this!
And yet, there is the loneliness factor…
So I might welcome a companion who
was not desperately “seeking a relationship.”
But that is no woman I have ever met
and, I fear, no woman I ever will.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
my tongue in my cheek…
I despise the word relationship, singular and plural,
as it inevitably applies to swooning couples.
I’m old enough to remember the time
before Woody Allen made it a permanent part
of everybody’s everyday lingua franca.
That was his truly heinous crime.
Finally, I have banished them from my life.
I can leave dishes unwashed for weeks,
sleep on the whole bed with all the covers,
allow the trash to grow into mounds,
and, best of all, never have to shave again.
I like not having to read anyone’s mind,
satisfy anyone’s endless, mysterious needs,
or do things I really do not want to do.
Selfish of me, surely, but such sweet relief.
Relationships mostly lead to too many
conversations, usurpations, explanations,
denunciations, recriminations, vivisections,
and, finally, to rancorous separations.
They are necessary for the romantic young
and for propagating the species, but
I am old and well past propagating.
I keep them lodged firmly in my past where
I can remember the best and forget the rest.
I prefer my cat, my books, solitude, silence,
microwave tacos, and peace of mind.
Hey, I’m not kidding about this!
And yet, there is the loneliness factor…
So I might welcome a companion who
was not desperately “seeking a relationship.”
But that is no woman I have ever met
and, I fear, no woman I ever will.
#humor
