We Never Talk Anymore
Let’s prepare a list of topics, we make
our living listening and talking—
turn the dinner table into Chautauqua.
We don’t do jokes, dreams always
fall flat in retelling, we think we know
all about us. I’m not allowed
to criticize your kids and I’m sure
you’ve nothing to say about mine. Truth,
beauty, how about those Yankees,
land on politics and we’re preaching
to the choir, work went well, a good day,
nice piece of fish, please pass me
some olives. Wine? There is much to be said
for long-coupled companionate silence.
by Meredith Trede