Marriage

I sit alone in my bedroom
you sit alone on the couch.
You go to work
I stay home.
You never call.
I never text.
Our wedding portrait
is on the wall
to remind us of who
we were
in case we forget.
We still have sex
but we are not lovers.
We are strangers now.
This is what happens to marriage
it slowly kills your passion
and wilts your love
into a dying flower.
I can’t say any more
about the subject.
People mix up
my fiction with fact
and my marriage is still alive
it is just at times
I am not afraid
to admit
that it feels dead.
Jeopardy is playing really loud
and I am writing again.

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Christina Strigas is an author and poet, raised by Greek immigrants, who has written four poetry books. Her poetry book LOVE & VODKA was featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.” Her most recent poetry book, LOVE & METAXA, has garnered positive reviews, including Pank Magazine. Strigas’s poems have appeared in Montreal Writes, Feminine Collective, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Pink Plastic House Journal, BlazeVOX, Thimble Lit Magazine, Twist in Time Literary Magazine, The Temz Review, and Coffin Bell Journal, among others. Her poem, “Dead Wife” was nominated for best of the net 2020. In Spring 2022, she will be releasing her fifth poetry book by Free Lines Press, a French indie magazine that publishes experimental poetry. Twitter: @christinastriga Instagram : @c.strigas_sexyasspoet Facebook: Christina Strigas Author

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