Frantic Antics
no, YOU’RE the
jokester! not ME!
but you were (for
once) not being a
jokester. how
serious
things got (and,
between you and
me, for absolutely
no good reason)?
oh, hold your
hot head, kiddo.
how’d you know
i did that?! WHEN’d
you know i did that?!
then you both
scroll up as far as
today’s conversation
went. and reread.
and reread. you
REARENDED me!
i what?? you
heard me! and
on this goes, in
more odd ways
than either of you
can imagine, so that
both of you have built
a special fiction that
just occurred, based
on what you think
you know about
the other. and
you both know
a lot! however,
how these mis
understandings
have each of our
dear characters
out-glowering
the other: but
YOU said! hang
ON there, mister!
oh, no, no NO—
[unignorably
interrupting]
BUT YOU
STARTed it!
how long
this goes
on tonight
will be based
strictly on whose
sense of humor
is at present
more deprived
than the other’s.