The young fail to recognize

For a while it seemed like there was a problem. Like there was a problem to be worked out or talked about. Stewed over. Picked apart. Laid bare. Someone stepped over a problem and the other one followed because the first someone held out her hand. It became THE PROBLEM. THE PROBLEM became the highest stone wall. THE PROBLEM became an untilled basement floor. THE PROBLEM became sour and loamy. THE PROBLEM became a sullen motherless virus and before you knew it,

HERE WE ARE WITH MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL CAN'T SAY HOW ROUGH IS TOO ROUGH WHEN YOUR HANDS ARE ON MY NECK HERE WE ARE WITH YOUR HANDS SPREADING ME APART WHILE YOU SLEEP AND I SLEEP HERE WE ARE IN FRONT OF THE THERAPIST AND SHE SAYS WELL DID YA THINK? DID YA THINK MAYBE IF YOU FUCKED HIM MORE THESE THINGS WOULDN'T HAPPEN SO HERE WE ARE ON MY BIRTHDAY ON THE WAY TO MACARONI FACTORY OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT PASTA PLACE IS CALLED AND I'M SAYING YOU BETTER FUCKING TELL THEM YOU BETTER TELL THEM THE WEDDING IS OFF HERE WE ARE ON THE BED AND YOU ARE SOBBING AND MY INSIDES WANT TO WRAP THEMSELVES AROUND YOU THEY WANT TO TELL YOU I AM HERE MY BABY MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE MAN I WOULD NEVER LET YOU FEEL THIS WAY THIS CLOSE TO ME BUT I CAN SEE YOU THROUGH LEAD AND I KNOW YOU'RE LIKE WHERE IS SHE AND WHAT HAVE WE DONE?