Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

"Okay, so I'm late.  Sue me.  Got the coffee.  Ouch, hot.  So, what do you want to do today?"

"The baby's crying all day.  Why don't we do something?"

"That's what I'm asking you.  What do you want to do?"

"I don't care."

"Oh, don't give me that.  I know you must have something in mind."

"Okay, let's fuck."

Oh, the happy times they had.