Bifurcation
written by: Leanne Howard Kenney
@neeneebucket
You called me
stupid
at 5:54 that night
as we drove east
to our favorite restaurant,
the one we’d been to
thousands of times before.
I stared out
the front window
glad
you couldn’t see
my face
from where you sat
backseat, center, leaning forward,
aggressively.
As
my eyes
pooled with tears,
my throat
chaffed.
Atrabilious my heart
anon
our friendship,
too.
“Ok, you guys,”
came the shrewder of the three
And I,
like my father’s request,
acquiesced.
You, on the other hand,
insisted I see
and convert to your stand.
And,
though winning mattered not to me,
it soon became clear
a branch
had been cleaved
from our chosen
family tree
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