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For my Parents on their 25th marriage anniversary
I think my parents make out in parking lots
after dinner, once I’ve driven away. I think
they bat at each other like cats, saying screw
all this, lets claw up the green washable suede
sofas, ditch our prescriptions, fill each other
full of winks, and get caught by a police officer,
or someone who yells “get a room!”
out the car window as they drive by.
My dad has had one full and two half heart
attacks, my mom’s had two back surgeries,
a nose job, a hysto, breast reduction,
and has dyed her hair at least 121.3 times,
at least 15 different shades of red and purple,
and they both are unrecognizable.
They won’t leave me alone in the kitchen,
the cats can be fed, the brownie up off the floor,
and the music turned down so it doesn’t give her
a migraine. Their cats run away when I get near,
they wiggle and pounce on each other.
I found their grad school love letters
when I was eleven, and read them
like precious porn, until I was found,
sitting in the junk room, giggling, and I haven’t
seen the letters since. I want to read them
again, those high school sweethearts,
broke up and married years later.
I want to catch them one day,
her long brown hair and bell bottoms, him
in cut off everything and a bucket hat.
I wanna drive a lap around the parking lot,
sneak up and shout at them, get a damn room!
Don’t get the couches dirty, and make sure you
feed the cats, I’m not coming home!