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A Table of
Marriage
By Brittany
Mishra
No peace
pipes between or signs of the sacred
We,
dualities of violence, chaos
We war with
our tongues, whittle words into knives
Fueling our
fires.
We sit separate
at the dinner table.
Our chairs
neatly turned in opposite ways,
All before
us our five course meal displayed
A battlefield
of glorious cuisine
Not enjoyed
this day.
Chicken
cordon bleu and bacon wrapped scallops
The salted
hams and delectable cheeses
Fresh mangos
in an exotic fruit salad.
All turned
to ashes.
The war-torn,
the weary between buttered bread
No civility
or white flag, but of course…
When finished
and done, we sleep in single beds
All alone,
but fed.
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