I like to watch people fight.
Especially couples. Especially
loving couples. I think it must be
spite. I fought a lot with my first wife,
and my second wife, too. And now
me and my girlfriend, whom I love a lot,
fight a lot. I think it must be me.
But then I see other people fight and I feel
better. Do you think that’s perverse?
Do you think I’m a pervert like my
first wife said? I do have a prurient
bent. I sometimes incline towards pure
prurience. Things can really spiral
when I get the itch. Then all I see is skin.
Skin before my eyes, skin under my
nose, skin in the red light district behind
my vanishing hairline. Then all I want to do
is scratch. My first wife and I
fought about that a lot. My second wife
had a prurient bent too, so we saw eye to eye
on that. But we fought about everything else.
Now I see other couples fight and I feel
better about myself. In fact, I feel
so good about myself, I sometimes think:
Look at the two of them fighting. He obviously
doesn’t understand her. She ought to be with me.
I understand her. I could take her hand in mine,
I could lift it above her head in the manner
of prizefighters and referees, I could pronounce her
understood in the world.