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?
I guess he was taking a break from the madness…..
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Understandable 🙂
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Uh-oh, not good… (but a powerfully written poem 🙂 )
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Powerful words but sad 😞🐻
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Yes, good thing it’s fiction. 😉
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