Christine Lavin "Good Thing He Can't Read My Mind" I am at the opera; I don't like the opera, But he loves the opera and I love him. I follow the libretto; I follow the conductor. When I follow the plot my head begins to spin. I don't understand a word, even when it's English. Everyone around me says, ooh, this is divine. I don't like the opera, but look I'm at the opera. It's a good thing he can't read my mind. (Yes, he's a wonderful Parsifal, and she's the best Tundra I've ever seen.) Look at me, I'm skiing when I do not like skiing, But he loves skiing and I love him. I rent the boots and poles; I shiver in the cold. I'm charging down the mountain risking life and limb. There's no exhilaration; I'm only feeling terrified. Everyone around me's having such a great time. I do not like skiing, but look at me, I'm skiing. It's a good thing he can't read my mind. (Yes, exhilarating is just the very word I was thinking of... Scared of heights? Oh, no, not me.) I am not complaining; I'm just making observations. Expanding your horizons is a sign of maturation. Now I tolerate cigars 'cause he's a smoker. I'm playing chess though I confess sometimes I long for poker. I am eating sushi when I do not like sushi, But he loves sushi and I love him. I'm poking with a chopstick at the living, breathing fishstick. Oh, my God! I think it's trying to swim. Some say eating sushi is like chewing on your own cheek Or sucking down a bucketful of tentacled slime. I do not like sushi, but look I'm eating sushi. It's a good thing he can't read my mind. (Yes, this is a very interesting texture. What is it? Oh...) So if you see me in the sushi bar, see me in the mezzanine, See me on a ski slope looking scared. Hey, don't feel sorry for me; I must be in love. Why in the hell else would I be there. Before I met him life was dull; I never took any chances. Now I leap at every opportunity I find. I do not like sushi; I do not like skiing or the opera. Maybe I will in time; maybe I will in time. (Seconds? Sure, I'd love some. Mmmmmm, yum!)