Merewether-High-Art

Let's play happy families. You can be the husband and I will be the wife. Come home and greet me with the clichéd notion of "honey I'm home." Drop your battered briefcase, remove the jacket of your threadbare hand-me-down suit. We can have two kids, I can take them to school, dress them in salvaged clothes. I can take them to school, but they can read a book with me. I'll sit there and slowly read each word out carefully so they can follow along. But be careful darling, a carless gesture of your hand, leads to the spilling of a glass. It will hit the plain porcelain of the tiles and shatter into a million tiny pieces. You'll start to