We've got to communicate
Autor: Lia Rodrigues | Publicado: 2016-05-18T21:15:00-07:00



"he was a very sensitive man" she told me, "and after
he split with Andrea he kept her panties under his
pillow and each night he kissed them and cried.
look at you! look at that expression on your face!
you don't like what I just said and do you want to
know why?
it's because you're afraid; it takes a man to admit
his feelings.
I see you watching women getting in and out of their
cars, hoping their skirts will climb up so you can
see their legs.
you're like a schoolboy, a peep-freak!
and worse than that, you just like to think about
sex, you don't really want to do it, it's only
work to you, you'd rather stare and imagine.
you don't even like to suck my breasts!
and you don't like to see a woman doing things in the
bathroom!
is there something wrong with bodily functions?
don't you have bodily functions?
Jesus, Christ, my sisters warned me about you!
they told me what you were like!
I didn't believe them, hell, you looked like a
man!
all your books, thousands of poems, and what do you
know?
you're afraid to look at a woman's pussy!
all you can do is drink!
do you think it takes any guts to drink?
here I've given you 5 years of my life and what do you
do?: you won't even discuss things with me!
you're charming enough when we have a party, that is,
if you're in the mood
you can really talk your shit
but look at you now, not a sound out of you, you just
sit in that chair over there and pour drink after
drink!
well, I've had it, I'm going to get myself somebody
real, somebody who can discuss things with me,
somebody who can say, 'well, look Paula, I realize
that we are having some problems and maybe
if we talk about them we can understand each other better
and make thinks work.'
not you! look at you! why don't you say something?
sure: DRINK IT DOWN! that's all you know how to do!
tell me, what's wrong with a woman's pussy?
my mother left my father because he was like you,
all he did was drink and play the horses!
well, he almost went crazy after she left him.
he pleaded and pleaded and pleaded for her to come
back, he even pretended he was dying of cancer just
to get her to come see him.
that didn't fool her"”she went and got herself a decent
man, she's with him now, you've met him:Lance. but no,
you don't like Lance, do you?
he wears a necktie and he's into real estate...
well, he doesn't like you either. but mother loves him.
and what do you know about love?
it's a dirty word to you! love. you don't even like!
you don't like your country, you don't like movies, you
don't like to dance, you don't like to drive on freeways,
you don't like children, you don't look at people,
all you do is sit in a chair and drink and figure systems
to beat the horses and if there's anything duller and
dumber than horses, you let me know, you just tell
me!
all you know how to do is wake up sick each morning,
you can't get out of bed until noon; you drink whiskey,
you drink scotch, you drink beer, you drink wine, you
drink vodka, you drink gin, and what does it mean?
your health gets worse and worse, your left thumb is
dead, your liver is shot, you have high blood pressure,
hemorrhoids, ulcers, and Christ knows what else,
and when I try to talk to you, you can't take it
and you run to your place and take the phone off
the hook and put on your symphony records and drink
yourself to sleep, and then you wake up sick at noon
and phone and say that you're dying and that you're
sorry and that you want to see me, and then I come over
and you're so contrite you're not even human"”
oh, you can be charming when you're sick and in trouble,
you can be humorous, you can make me laugh, you win me back
again and again...
but look at you now! all you want is one more drink and then
one more drink and you won't talk to me, you just keep
lighting cigarettes and looking around the room...
don't you want to work at making our relationship better?
tell me, why are you afraid of a woman's pussy?"