the dinner table, a mile long
I was there
you were way down there
did we see each other
feel each other
cut the table open
see the rings of time
inherited
you were surrounded, trapped
this I’m sure was not your choice
to then draw the next ring around me
what was it that made you feel bad about yourself
then made me ask the question
what made me feel bad about myself
we chopped at that table, angrily
in our minds
throwing pieces of it against the wall
into the sky
Exhausted.
we turned to each other
we admitted how we feel about ourselves
about each other
our axes, labeled the same
shame
we come from the same neck of the woods
we chopped away at ourselves
we chopped at each other
chopped at life
at least now we know
why we chopped…
skipping stones 