You are like a poem that looks absolutely atrocious on paper.

Only because it’s meant to be read out loud.

But you don’t want anyone to read you.

and you say, “he’s good for you”

on paper — I’ll agree

But, what does that sound like?

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It infests our home like spiders in the walls.  No one wants to talk about it, though we know it’s something we’re going to have to deal with sooner than later, and it’s gonna be hell.  He says they finally put dad back together, just a couple missing pieces.  But, if you ask me, he never really had the guts anyway.  So, I smile and nod and continue thinking about the mini bottle of wine in the bottom shelf of the refrigerator door.  It’s been there long enough to have a pulse, but the empty bottle of whiskey in the third bedroom convinces me to leave the wine a little longer.

He’s standing in the inbetween of hall and bathroom when he tells me that he doesn’t know what the feelings are exactly, but he has them for someone new.  “When did you know that?” — “A while now” — “Yeah, but, when did you admit it to yourself?” — “When you told me I had feelings.  You’ve always known me best.” There’s no denying that, even though I’ve found myself wondering lately.  He’s looking at the floor with some kind of guilt or shame or longing when he says he told them and they asked for some time to think about it, and I agree with a nod and wide eyes that it’s quite a bit to think about.  His guilt dials up a click or two and he says with a forced laugh, “I just want to go to a bar.”

I stare at him a long while, wondering if there’s any of dad in his green eyes.  I almost ask if he’d like me to put some shoes on, but instead I hang my towel and finish plugging in my music, reach across the sink and grab one of the two glasses that have accumulated there.  Rinse.  Fill.  I hand him the glass and he stares at me quizzically.  I grab the second glass.  Rinse.  Fill.  Turning back to him, I sip the water and urge him to do the same.  “What’s this?”  He asks, after a sip of water.

“This is you having a drink with a friend.  Without changing who you are.”