All across
White
Middle america
There are
the fathers
There they are
tucked away
In their garages
Hiding in their
Spaces
Lined with plywood
Hiding in their
Spaces
Armed with power tools
What can I build?
to keep occupied
Keep from thinking?
Keep from
Reflecting?
on the
Current boredom
my life
They sulk in their garages
Escaping their wives
The women they
Choose to die with
She makes his meals
She excuses him
She has her space
Perhaps,
A sewing room,
A knitting corner,
The kitchen
She makes for him
For the family
If only
she could fill
Or cover up
All this empty
Then
they
would be happy?
Together?
Decades of sitting parallel
in separate chairs
Fill the space
with
tiny versions
of themselves
Follow all the rules
Wheel of fortune
During dinner time
Dream of fortunes
“Life would be
so much better
if we only
won the lottery”
We’d have enough money
To have more spaces
Big big spaces
We’d fill them
With things
To ignore each other
To fill
In between
the span
Of a settled life
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#discoverWP
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Thanks. I went on a walk earlier this month, and this piece was what came out of it. I’m rather fond of it.
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