you’re just complaining I
love complaining I love to complain but
also to be quiet
you’re doing all these things because you can
I’m not doing anything because I can I’m pressing a hole in the wall. I’m
pressing a hole
in the wall as you complain. I complained
about this wall color.
I don’t feel like a person I complain
you are a person! you say
the bump in the wall
swells like a tumor, or a blister.
I complained about my blisters the ones
I got from running in the rain in plastic
birkenstocks. complaining was just a secret way
of saying I love this I should complain
about your frustrating perfections more often
so you know
that I love you.