Something Broken
Something broken
Isn’t really
Matter is a constant
It does not disappear
It only changes
Into something else
Raspberry jam
Tennis shoes
Waffle Irons
Airplanes
Underwear
Given this reasoning
The haircut you had
When you were nine
Kicking and screaming
Quieted only by first
Threat of extreme violence
And ultimately
Ice cream
May now be part
Of your neighbors Jet Skis
We look at each other
As we talk
Of serious things
Matters of substance
And of consequence
We are broken
Ill-advised kisses become
Failed relationships
Money slips
From check to change
Screams and spittle
Are not apologies
Trust is a commodity
Traded secretly
For comfort
Dubious security
Mostly steady meals
Until its liquidity
Runs dry
Frozen assets
Heated retreat
We cringe
At each others
Transgressions
of sanity
sinful admissions
redeemed with
a knowing smile
Our sadness becomes
Blueberry Cupcakes
We lick the icing
Pick the crumbs
Off each others shirts
Discussing
what we’d like to be
when we
are dead and gone.