heard before,
or
grown up with.
the loud
crash,
violent curses,
the tinkling of broken
glass,
the slash,
the blood, the footprints
leading in,
then out.
there's nothing new
to see here,
my mother's arm
in a cast,
the phone cord
sliced
in half,
the dog cowering
in your lap.
ah, there they are at
last,
policeman
with clubs against
the door.
it's Saturday night after all.
no school
tomorrow.
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