—I WANNA GET AWAY, FAR FROM HERE, PACK MY BAGS, MY DRUGS AND DISAPPEAR 

 

UNO

 

I’m reading Andrea Gibson’s

poem The Museum of 

Broken Relationships

in a café and beside me 

at the bar a mom and 

her adult son with Down Syndrome 

are playing UNO and 

laughing the way lovers would 

two who’d never split up or 

mistrust each other’s motives 

while still knowing the world is 

often cruel and that it owes 

them nothing but a few 

sporadic moments and 

the gift of paying attention