Mire

Mother-in-law is clearly distressed,

her face is riven and sallow.

This is a Mother’s worst nightmare,

and I’m certain she must blame me

somehow, for dragging her daughter

into this mire. Father-in-law asks me

to recount the whole incident,

and to remember the smallest detail.

I am trembling by the end of the story.

Then we take our keys, prime the burglar

alarm, and deadbolt the front door.

Our bitter-sweet home-making is over

for now. I take a last glance at our love

nest, now defiled, and the car growls

into life and sweeps us away.

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