in the devilish kind of mood

i know

how to push his buttons,

and kind

of enjoy doing so,

when i'm

in that kind of devilish

mood.

sick, i know.

but he's so easy to play

with.

a cat with a mouse,

tossing him

up into the air by disagreeing

with his

hyperbole

about movies and politics,

money

and women.

he asks me why i haven't

evolved yet?

i try to disarm

his grandiose

proclamations, his

worship

of sports teams,

and all things far left,

by shrugging

and changing the subject.

i can feel

the steam coming 

through the phone

when i do that.

fun.