Here is the place
We pretend doesn’t exist
This is the subject
We don’t talk about
At the dinner table
In front of the kids
These are the desires
That cannot be placed
On the mantle
In the magazine rack
Left sitting on the browser
We agree to return
Every few months
With mumbles and averted eyes
We attempt dialogue
With an overpriced 3rd party
We fake the ritual
Once more time
And call it sustainable
Knowing something
Has been rearranged
Without knowing what.
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