We found our own way of being unhappy
Of dashed expectations in snobbery
Mushing into the painting of
Families of our time
I always thought
My parents were too good for divorce
Tantrums and guilt trips
Were accepted as the truth of marriage
Two plain gold rings
Expected to have final say
In all arguments
No matter how much
you think you hate each other
you were in love once.
All the rabbits and tree swings and
Kitchen pool tables cannot make us bond
We are different bodies despite
So much the same mind split into four
Our collective consciousness
Will gnash itself until we break like cats
And glare forevermore from separate corners
Under our parked car


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