Selected Tanka Sequence: Happy Families Are All Alike

she and I
sit across the table
in the morning
bearing the silence
of another new year

separated
and yet living quietly
under the same roof
we used to share
a ripe pomegranate

she can’t stand me
even in a photo
bits and pieces
of our honeymoon
drifting into the dark

Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015