Tuesday, February 12, 2013


There was Campbell's soup in the cupboard.
Velveeta cheese.

TV spoke the expected language.
Street signs were green.

13 years together. Innocents. Envoys.
Futures negotiable. Like toys.

As we bargained the trappings,
our Masters sacrificed us.

How fooled we were
by the familiar, my dear.

We didn't know how foreign we'd become,
or that the well-meaning die here.


Kerry O'Connor said...

This is heart-breaking. Simple, familiar, achingly beautiful.

Mama Zen said...

Whoa! This gave me the kind of chill that only the real can give.

hedgewitch said...

The past is always with us, or so I've heard. Here it is a living and not very comfortable presence.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

This made me stop in my tracks--a chill wind--but achingly beautiful

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Reminds me of the New Yorker cartoon with two very demoralized people sitting in lounge chairs next to each other, silently. The caption: Minimum Security Prison. If I have misinterpreted the poem, blame it on my stupidness. Love, Mosk

Peggy said...

This is a lovely write, but sad. I like the photo as well!

Mr Puddy said...

Mom used to read a lots about cat always know human's feeling. And many cats will cuddle the human or stay next to them. Try to heal human's soul.
When mom feel sad, she expected me to be like that! But it's not my style ! My style, I bite her hand make sure she know she alive, and life is short ! Be happy : )

HermanTurnip said...

Very plain piece, but very powerful. How comfortable we become in the status quo. How boring and alien to each other.

jasmine said...

Your rhyme is particularly ear-grabbing. Especially the long /e/ sounds in this section:

"Velveeta cheese.
TV spoke the expected language.
Street signs were green.
13 ..."