Sitting Down To Dinner
searching for feelings
in tune with my soul
harmony is nice
deafening
the music explodes
my body taut, chest
heaving,
spooked
sitting down to dinner
we how-was-your-day it
not much
yeah, same old
staring into our mugs
brimming with
pretend
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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