Formalities

Flesh suits,
strangers with familiar names

shifting chairs
moving tables

Food in mouth
words at the tip of eager tongues

meaningless
but necessary

We congregate
but no one’s really here.

Proud mothers
Quiet fathers

Stick-on smiles,
arranged hellos
How far do we go
to deceive ourselves?

How is there a
reunion
where there was no
union

To begin with.

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