at the age
of ten when you
see your father
drunk again
twist your
mother's arm
until it breaks,
it sort of does
something to
you for the rest
of your life,
from that point
forward, especially
when you see them
now, divorced
for forty years,
and still pretending
that everything
will be just fine.
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