DAD.
every noise
crash
snap
or shout
followed by a jump
or a yelp or a flinch
arms
wrapped around my body
thinking—
it’s back then
I’m 9 again
crying on the porch
blank wall, frozen
while he screams
and screams and screams and screams
in the yellow light.
thank you for making me afraid.
This poem is about:
My family
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