and observed
my parent's life, their marriage,
the breaking
of dishes and arms,
noses.
the cutting of telephone
cords,
blood on the floor
and whiskey
in the morning,
the police at the door
i thought
these people are nuts.
it wasn't too long
before i understood
the nature
of their crazy, and yet
when it came to
making babies,
they kept making more.
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