I ask for help
I ask for exactly what I need
When I need it
The way I need it
I need help.
Take turns: scolding the need, mocking the need, ignoring the need.
The need grows even when ignored. Especially when ignored.
Feed me, Seymour, the need demands
The need grows larger, rounder, hungrier, louder.
The need distracts digests dissects decimates
It can’t have more than ten
I must have the other ninety
I have kids to feed, need.
You don’t get more than you deserve
No one does
You get what anyone gets, Bernie.*
Exactly what they deserve.
Nothing more or less or even or odd.
Just what you deserve.
Pie à la mode.
But I’d like the pie heated, and I don’t want the ice cream on top. I want it on the side, and I’d like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it. If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream, but only if it’s real. If it’s out of the can, then nothing.**
No, need. You cannot out-high-maintenance me. You don’t deserve it.
Copyright 2017 Shannon Cooper
*Quote from The Sandman graphic novel, Neil Gaiman, author.
**Quote from When Harry Met Sally, film. Nora Ephron, writer