Poem: Perspectives

Perspectives

You complain that I
do not change,

am always the one
causing trouble

with my needs
and inflexibility,

but were it me
tonight, were I

the one who found
the propane tank

was empty just then,
as everyone gathered

to have dinner,
I would decide

to bake my chicken
in the oven,

not to run out
and delay it all

by several hours,
though it is clear,

it only counts
when I cause trouble.

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