True Love

It is true love becauseI put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the

Even when there's no one here but him,

And becauseI do not resent watching the Green Bay

Even though I am philosophically opposed to football,

And

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the middle of the street,

I always hope he's dead.

It's true love

If he said quit drinking martinis but I kept drinking them and the next morning I couldn't get out of bed,

He wouldn't tell me he told me,

And

He is willing to wear unironed

Out of respect for the fact that I am philosophically opposed to ironing,

And

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save,

He says he'd save me.

It's true love

When he went to San Francisco on business while I had to stay home with the painters and the exterminator and the baby who was getting the chicken pox,

He understood why I hated him,

And

When I said that playing the stock market was juvenile and irresponsible and then the stock I wouldn't let him buy went up twenty-six points,

I understood why he hated me,

And

Despite cigarette cough, tooth decay, acid indigestion, dandruff, and other features of married life that tend to dampen the fires of passion,

We still feel

We can

True love.