conversations from a couch haven't ever felt the same
since you looked dad in the eye
and you told that things are about to change.
my mom was made from Adam's rib,
and the marriage when south
and the snake came back and asked my mother out to dinner
and my dad found out and asked my mom what that's about
and she said "oh, it's nothing,"
but dad loves to shout
really loud.
loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground,
in my memory I can hear Chopin's nocturnes playing in the background
a slow train wreck,
you'll close your eyes but forever hear the sound.
and boy that's tough,
because that's the sound of people falling out of love.
Romeo & Juliet by Hobo Johnson
