In parting
we split
every shredded piece
of our shared history
with all the rigidity
blind justice can muster.
Even our son
is dutifully split
down a Solomonic half,
and is shuffled
from household
to household
in bitter joint custody
agreement.
I think it is fitting
you keep
the whole set
of pale Johann Hayland dishes
your mother picked for us
at Prien Lake mall.
I was not consulted
in their selection,
my sensibilities
are not lilac haired
or white gloved,
and I don't feel
like entertaining,
half a dozen
in onlooker slowdown
to my mangled self
on the other side
of their safe gated unions.
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