Bliss

If only it was true
That ignorance is bliss.

Then, maybe you could
Take him – “the abuser" and her – “the victim”
And put them in their separate cells.

You could even pay for their food
As if they were expensive pets -
It would mean you “did good.”

Right?

Wrong.

Bliss blows.

A part of you knows – your daughter and son are
In the same boat with the rest of the world

Truth be told,
You can’t afford their food.

Does this not sound good?
Don't you feel blissful now,
Standing there like that -

Your dusty tutu sticking out
From under your office pants?

2015