We’ve talked about this before: if you had telepathy,
you’d know my apologies are sincere
and our conversations
would be severely truncated,
but I don’t think I’d like to propose that policy any further,
because if you had telepathy,
you’d know where I was going,
know what your birthday present was,
know when you were looking fat
know where your surprise party was going to be
and know when I was cheating on you.

You might also know that I said that, honey,
so I’m going to have to telepathically induce you
into forgetting that I ever said that now.

It just makes everything so much easier
since I’ve gained telepathy,
after all…