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.
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This is heart-breaking. Simple, familiar, achingly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! This gave me the kind of chill that only the real can give.
ReplyDeleteThe past is always with us, or so I've heard. Here it is a living and not very comfortable presence.
ReplyDeleteThis made me stop in my tracks--a chill wind--but achingly beautiful
ReplyDeleteReminds 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
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely write, but sad. I like the photo as well!
ReplyDeleteMom 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.
ReplyDeleteWhen 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 : )
Very plain piece, but very powerful. How comfortable we become in the status quo. How boring and alien to each other.
ReplyDeleteYour rhyme is particularly ear-grabbing. Especially the long /e/ sounds in this section:
ReplyDelete"Velveeta cheese.
TV spoke the expected language.
Street signs were green.
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