Coming to America

The six foot high television
in the center of his living room
smooth, plastic
gleaming there triumphantly
A symbol I do not understand.

Well. He did say that he knew it was over
when I got a cat without his permission
The instinct is strong to revert
reassert who you are
not who you accept to be.

This family should be wounded
in memories of last ditch effort roses
decaying in the trash
and the uncontrollable sobbing of a child
saying goodbye to her father
thanks to his utter stupidity
and my own line in the sand mentality.

But it works. Somehow.
So tonight we will speak English
and eat American pizza
probably even in front of that ridiculous TV.