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Poetry

Separation Party

by Barrett Warner


    When the papers get signed
    we decide to have a party.
    Instead of getting gifts
    we give back everything
    we don't know how to divide.
    "Here you go Eddie, have a toaster."
    At the church service
    all our relatives
    go to the altar,
    we sit in the pews.
    Later, we shake their hands,
    wish them "Good Luck."
    We throw rice at them.
    Our godchild, Michaela,
    picks roses off the floor
    and puts them in a basket.
    That night the rental DJ
    plays love songs backwards.
    My mother turns her ear
    to the scratchy music.
    "There's something evil-
    sounding in this" she says.

 

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