one of those
pretty lies
which we keep on
pricing,
something we
embrace as truth
is this
perfect family,
successful kids
honorable fathers
and understanding
mothers,
a strong house
a new car,
open communication
lines,
but no matter how
we all try
there is no such
thing.
last night at
the family dinner
two are missing
and most of us
are no longer talking.
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