Ah, the in-laws, a family of dervishes, whirling insanely,
Remaining in place. Make some plans, then discuss them.
Discard them. Make more. Call someone. Text someone.
Call them again. I'm exhausted from watching, a safe
Space away. One might think that, having been married
To one of them forty-some years, and dodging their madness
For all of that time, I could keep my composure. I can't.
I'm desperate to whirl away.