Primary Group Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

they were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat
like caught fish slap their tails against the ground
they cheated on life from time to time
smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line
faking laughter clasping teeth
as if they checked if a gold coin was genuine

she broke some cheap glassware twice a month
he shot targets in the amusement park
she had skin burns because of bleaching
he always had scars after shaving
she used Nivea hand cream every night
he slept in his long underwear

there was always something more important in their life
like the extra folds of the tablecloth
everything had to be stretched and even
faultless
like a road for high speed vehicles

when they quarreled they played fox and hedgehog
often changing roles
they were two peoples in a Volkswagen
for a quarter of a century