into the horizon... we search the
creek for missing bodies and find
the ones that were left there years
ago when we were angry at each
other... our guilt towers over the
trees that we planted when first
married and wanted to cut down
several times but changed our
minds once we reconciled... three
decades of hate and discontent have
we shared only to find ourselves
locked in an embrace that feels
more like a dismissal than it does
a joint effort alienation, especially
since our trips to the beach were
always splattered with hatred and
confusion as we tried to give the
other one the love they needed...
we have planted dead bodies on
all the corners of the streets of our
lives and wherever there was an
intersection we found ourselves on
opposites sides of the wrong street.
29 August 2022
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