Haywire

Where were you last night

when it all went haywire?

 

When our daughter had “big math” homework

and you know

I’m number-dumb?

 

When your son’s buck teeth and stuttering

became bully-magnets? When he came home

black-eye angry in a tear-torn shirt?
Where were you last night

when dinner had been ready

for two hours?

 

When I flung it at the wall and

the kids scattered like cockroaches?

Spaghetti and burnt-stiff Italian sausage whirling

in the overhead fan; noodles

flailing like emaciated monkey arms in a jungle hurricane ―

hopeless and grasping for

imaginary bananas.

 

Sauce splattering the walls like a Mafia hit.

Where were you last night,

When I finally snapped

and snapped

rubber-band sting-sharp?

 

Where were you last night when I stopped

at Tommy C’s and got so fucking wine-happy

and tires skidding zigzags on asphalt

 

Where were you last night?

 

 

The Daily Post

5 Comments Add yours

  1. True George says:

    I guess he was taking a break from the madness…..

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Understandable 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  2. R L Cadillac says:

    Uh-oh, not good… (but a powerfully written poem 🙂 )

    Liked by 1 person

  3. mumsthewordblog1 says:

    Powerful words but sad 😞🐻

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yes, good thing it’s fiction. 😉

      Liked by 1 person

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