married
Connie Conway
There is no news.
And so we speak of meals and weather
as if there is something we must say.
There is no story.
Yet we sit through the show
as if there is something they must say.
In the dark, in bed,
our dreams are only our own.
Singular, headstrong, they let us be lonely.
There is not always
something I want to say, some message
I didn’t get or you didn’t give.
Man and woman
move around one another,
sometimes kissing, sometimes not.
Connie Conway
There is no news.
And so we speak of meals and weather
as if there is something we must say.
There is no story.
Yet we sit through the show
as if there is something they must say.
In the dark, in bed,
our dreams are only our own.
Singular, headstrong, they let us be lonely.
There is not always
something I want to say, some message
I didn’t get or you didn’t give.
Man and woman
move around one another,
sometimes kissing, sometimes not.