Watching Monk

We're watching Monk
Me for the first time
You for the first time since you were little
We keep saying to each other
I could be monk
I think about the hours
I think about the months
I look at you and smile and think about the years

I could be Monk
We say
As he in all seriousness wishes for death
I could be Monk
We say
As he pours decaf into full caf to make the jugs even
I could be Monk
We say, we say, we say
And warm together stretch out our legs
There's an episode of Monk
Where he gets upset because the coffee table has been put parallel
To the couch
And he always has it at a slight angle slanted
Towards one end
Of the couch

I wander over to where you're lying down and playing games
And tuck myself into your side my love
And my spine stretches through and clicks
And I feel the wool scratch through the cover
But you're warm against my back my love
And my arm doesn't hurt so much

Monk straightens the table again when he's ready to die