In the Livingroom

there's tension and

we won't acknowledge

your discovery of our attempt

to thwart your murder.

we sit on couches

acting civilized the way

sitcom families do

and wait for you to leave.

you are cruel

you are murderous

but we know you are strong

and we know you are clever.

i know you wonder how or

why we are still here

but these questions you cannot ask

and you linger in the dense air.

why have you come here

and why do you care -

you do not know us deeply

nor do you try to know.

so we stand and watch

and listen to the thick silence

that tells us we have failed

while we wait for redemption.