Maintenance Texts

sometimes texting you is like emptying the dishwasher the clinks and clanks of the plates and glasses hitting each other settling on the shelf. sometimes we have to coordinate dates, locations, logistics, navigating and processing the emotional temerity of late night sloppy sex or rough sex or dinner conversation with the in-laws so we hammer this board saw the planks in half tighten the lugnut so the sink doesn’t leak a puddle of water on the tile so we don’t have to worry in the morning when there is coffee that needs to be made before work. sometimes things need to be picked up for dinner or outfits selected for the kinky swingers party on Saturday so we unfold the blueprint inspect the bridge joints make sure the glue is still sticky and holding us together for when the big loads come rolling over our backs. sometimes there is a monkey on your back that needs to be fed but give him enough plantains and he will start jazzing it up pouring the bitches brew out and that is where the electric boogaloo comes from the one that made us bounce off the walls at the beginning for each other.