I see the pattern.
the circle of it all.
the good days
versus the bad.
I see a trail of train
wreck
holidays.
new years.
Christmas.
thanksgiving.
mother's day.
father's day.
birthdays.
valentine day.
only arbor day and flag
day goes unscathed
by some turmoil
and dysfunction.
maybe ground hog day too
is clear
of door slamming,
or sleeping
in the other room,
or the dreaded blanket
of silence for
a few days. I fear
St. Patrick's day
looming
on the horizon.
I tap my foot and bite
my nails,
what will I do wrong,
what misdeed or word
spoken will wreck
that day and put me
in the black, send me
to the dog house?
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