You are obsessed with the furniture.
I don’t really care about the furniture.
I am lucky if I get to sit on the couch and watch “Dexter.”
Every time I walk out the door
you insist on rearranging the furniture
so it will be different when I walk back in.
I recognize your need for control.
and I think it is childish.
On a good day I let it pass
like a bad holiday.
But let me make it understood
it has not escaped me
that if I want the desk by the window
you want the desk by the door.
And if I want the desk by door
you want the desk by the window.