There’s a body on the sofa
And a book is in its hand.
It eats chips and cheesecake pudding
And wants me to understand.
It wears clothes but can’t do laundry,
Rides my bike with tires flat,
Leaves its shoes for me to trip on
‘Cause it didn’t think of that.
Frozen waffles on the counter,
Empty bags back on the shelf.
Standing water in the bathtub
It thinks only of itself.
Now and then I catch a glimmer
Of humanity inside.
Can I help? I hear a voice say.
It’s a person, I decide.
What a welcome revelation,
I am truly gratified.
After all of our frustration,
All the tears that have been cried.
There’s just one more little problem,
One more thing that I must do.
I must now somehow convince her
That I’m a person too.
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