After A Phone Call With My Wife

Nice to have a friend somewhere in the world, someone to hold my kite string, whose string I can hold, as well. When we were getting to know each other, I started to think, 'I love you' — sometimes, in truth, 'I need you.' Then, as we got more committed, those other parts of us started to show up, like a suitcase full of devils we'd each unpacked once we'd settled in, and I often thought, 'Leave me alone! ' Things run their course like that, touching both opposites. Sometimes I think of all the former lovers in the world who can't stand one another now. Does their pride ever let them think of how they breathed 'baby, baby! ' to this person now so detested, and that there's something crazy about that? You and I have rubbed against each other plenty, but we've stayed with the process, like the ancient Hindus churning the Milky Way into butter, who had to witness the demons that came up on the way, And today, quite spontaneously after hanging up the phone, I thought, how nice to have a friend in the world.