In renovated kitchens
We argue
About the Presbyterians
Cattle rustlers on a shining rock
In rented cars
We admit
To our prejudices
Like wildebeests devouring wild dogs
In the space
Between what we said
And what we meant to say
We've been disappearing
On slipcovered sofas
We watch tv
Better versions of better
Lives we never wanted
In air conditioned rooms
We sit in silence
Hoping to feel alright
About what is gone and will never return
In the space
Between the words we chose
And the way those words were heard
We've been disappearing