dysfunctional family Christmas - a poem

like a mass of tangled
mangled lights
connected only by wire
be careful
it could short out any second

like the lights, don't look at me
don't feel connected
please
no eye contact
no conversation

or
if you must talk
talk about anything or nothing at all
don't scratch below the surface
no problems here
don't ask
(please)

tension
struggle for words, air
yet all connected by that one
thin
wire
(mom?)

time to leave
(phew)
say our goodbyes
comment on the great food
conversation
good times
takes time
(rebuild, again and again)

but first, which bulb is not working?
check each one, one by one
or not.


tangled
mangled
mess.

yet

still connected
by that one
thin
wire
(mom.)




1 comment:

~pen~ said...

fish, thank you.

i spoke to my *baby* brother who couldn't make the journey because his little one was sick on the phone tonight. all he said was "how was it?" i said "great." okay, i was a little flat. but he just started laughing, because he knew.

all too well.