Matrimonium

My
Mother’s
Family
Of
Sturdy
Sons,
Didn’t
Exactly
Approve
Of
The
Livingston’s,
Whom
They
Knew
Sat
In
Their
Big
House
Writing
Poetry,
While
The
Curtains
Blew
Out
The
Window.
There
You
Have
My
Heritage,
All
Wrapped
Up
In
A
Cross
Current
Marriage.
Perfect
Unions,
I’ve
Found,
Are
A
Complex
Myth
Of
Living
With
A
Member
Of
Another
Troop,
Different
From
A
Persons
Group.
The
Tall,
Strong,
Silent
Ones,
While
Our
Side
Chatters,
Never
Quite
Knowing
What
Really
Matters
To
This
Alien
Other,
Who
Keeps
Mistaking
You
For
His
Mother.