I lick your hand and
Watch you pretend to like it.
This amuses me.
I'm quiet; you're loud.
I want to play; you want to
read. And so it goes.
I deign to play with
The string because you look so
Silly dragging it.
You're dashing to work
In the rain. I yawn and stretch-
Don't you just hate me?
- by Deborah Coates