Suspended Disbelief

It’s too easy to write
the novel,
characterize mollycoddled
romantics in
bed with empty truths.

To be
the scribes of
bibles on
half-hearted homes
and all their vacant
rooms.

To build the
kitchen where nuclear
fission occurs, disintegrating our
words, right down to forkfuls
of food,
the chairs that
creak from the
weight of this seven day
week.

Together for the
kids, forever until we’re forced
to choose how far into
suspended disbelief this fairy
tale goes before they
fall asleep.

It’s too easy to write
the novel so
I won’t.

I’ll write one in
which I’m
free.

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