Two
peas in a pod
Joni
and me
Cast
out of a warm womb
Into
an insufferable tomb
We’re
not Egyptians
But
you wouldn’t know it
From
our covered up mummies
Slathering
their children in shame
I
cherish the times Joni and me talk
Because
of our shared Jewish heritage
We
understand each other’s plight of misery
Allowing
us to say so much with so few words
Two
peas in a pod
Our
mothers clearly suffer from a personality disorder
As
children and now as adults toxicity disrupts our psyches
We
fear inheriting their plague of nastiness as we run into the sun
Our
negativity is inborn and that’s not an excuse
The
only way we know how to process anything is by complaining
I’m
quite sure people around me wish I’d give it a rest, but my best friends always
afford me the room to come out the other side whole and shimmering like a
bedazzled jewel
Joni
continues to make it through by staring her hellhound’s right in their shining
red eyes and never hanging out for too long at the crossroads by herself
Charles Cicirella
9/10/17
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