Limbo

My feet are still wet from the shower,

As I reluctantly head downstairs,

She does not even look at me as I walk by,

My mother,

Too focused is she on her pecan pie,

For a moment I almost call out to her,

But as the words are about to escape,

Father walks in,

Late for dinner but early for dessert,

As is his custom,

Reeking of too much cologne,

An odor playing Judas to adulterous sins,

Yet she remains blind to it,

I wonder if it is innocent ignorance,

Or willing pathetic resignation,

That keeps her trapped in this unending loop,

My brother's gaze never leaves the telly,

He is trapped too,

Caught in the digital age of mindlessness,

I watch my parents join him on the couch,

Still not a single acknowledgment of my existence,

No words for the disappointing dropout,

No invitation to join in their attempt at family time,

No understanding from the simple sheep,

F*****g idiots,

Watching the same damn show day after day,

About some guy that killed himself in the shower.