Dear Blog

I try to be good to you and pay
attention to the way you
look and compliment you
and tell you loving things like,
I love you, sugar, and stuff
like that. But you are
demanding in your always
existing way. I try to love you more,
stroking your soft face with the
backs of my fingernails and cooing
to you as I put you to bed.
I think of you like I think of Tina,
conflicted and attracted
but also about ready
to go apeshit.