"Your Parents’ Intentions" by Margaret Elysia Garcia
Your Parents’ Intentions
We swore an oath to
no arguments, no shoes thrown
no doors slammed and
no lying in wait.
Your parents — veterans of those battles — of
plain-walled apartments — would shield you from our
youth.
If we fell
apart
we’d do so quietly, whitely,
suffocating tears into stained pillows
and overworked livers.
You grew up in this peaceful house:
with a quiet air so thick
You began to cut yourself with it.
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