A Photograph of my mother and father
Location
I keep a picture ,
from the wedding I didn’t attend .
the distance in your facial expressions,
your arms do not touch
marked between your wedding vows ,
and a happy divorce settlement
framed in my mother’s bedroom closet.
August 16th-- she's been married twice on that day
but you push off your girlfriend as if her
8year old commitment to you was just a fling.
Hidden underneath my pillow are Mom and your faces
crusted , ripped and
faded through 20 years of a deserted marriage,
8 kids together, 3 kids apart,
4 affairs split evenly between the both of you
one argument each night
with nothing but photos
to prove you once loved each other
your arms do not touch
Summer , before freshman year
Mom made it clear, I was the mistake
That my life , belong pricked
inside of trash cans ,
aborted by religion ,
i'm still here ,
These pictures are the only evidence I have ,
from believing I was never meant to happen