I have, and therefore demand, the caliber of dog
that can be trusted to sit alone in the dining room
with the Thanksgiving turkey cooling on the table,
even though I’m the weaker breed: my master
would give thanks over takeout Chinese, blaming
only himself for forgetting there are limits
to even a good dog's loyalty.
There is harmony in inequality: if you serve people
identical plates, they’re only going to swap
trade you my yolks for your egg whites?
anyone want my home fries?
because cravings vary. Some people
can complain to a houseplant and some
need to confess all to a crowded stadium.
Like children, maybe we should live
by different rules.
The poem was written in response to NaPoWriMo Poetry Prompt #8: unusual love connections on Read Write Poem.
Photo by Vaguely Artistic
Can you think of an imbalance or double standard in one of your friendships or relationships (ie. in a friendship the responsibility of keeping in touch falls to one person or in a relationship one partner's sex drive dictates the couple's sex life)? Does it bother you or do you accept it as part of the unique dynamic?