Burying the Bones

I no longer fit into the format

that was once reserved for me,

the “Why aren’t you doing something constructive?”

goes unsaid—the look—enough.

...Guilt, the gift that keeps on giving.

You claim patience, say you don’t care,

    but those sighs say otherwise…

    our one bone of contention

    in this otherwise perfect union.

© Ginny Brannan