Table service by his wife
She, a wilted prom queen
He, her football team captain
Children in tow, older now
Unliked but loved, subtle manipulation
Family formed, a unit
To home in a caravan
A girlfriend, a dog, all in order
Dinner march, convicts to the electric chair
Moving about after their executions
Swallowed in easy chairs
Girlfriend, wife swallow easy from chairs
Home rhythms revealed, normalcy known
Predictability trusted, anything else untrustable
Rest assured, familiarity reigns
In the suburbs there’s a lot to see
I’m from no man’s home
Me, a tourist, and this, my map
Adam F.C. Fletcher 