"Kvetching" means complaining in Yiddish
My muse visited
while I was taking
a shower
on Christmas Eve.
"Hey, asshole,
how long are you gonna
ignore me?"
I continued
ignoring her.
"Fine,
you want it that way,
just remember your songwriting
drought of the early 90's.
When I split that time
you kept writing the same song
over and over again
with a hundred different titles.
You think it's different
this time?"
I felt guilty but
I just continued soaping up
the crack of my ass
"How about when you were
writing plays?
After you wrote that fifth one
I split and you haven't
written a play since
1983."
"Hey, I've been busy."
"Fuck you, I'm busy too.
You think rap songs
and network television
just create themselves?"
"Yeah, whatever,"
the last thing I needed
was another voice
demanding something.
"Look, when I get a free moment,
I'll write."
The muse stopped kvetching
and got calm and sincere:
"it all adds up,
moments, days, decades,
it just keeps passing by.
You don't want to let
too much time go by"
I answered weakly:
"Yeah, I know.
I promise.
Soon."
The muse:
"I've heard that before."
Then she left.
The next evening
at showertime:
my muse: "Well?"
"Look, it was a busy day,
Christmas, you know?
Everyone was here."
She sneered
"You're pathetic."
I sighed
"yeah, whatever,"
and she left again.
I know she'll be back
because she's my muse
and I know
she's as co-dependent
as I am.