Family Troubles
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I heard the battle come ...
The front door slams shut
and the scent of hatred embraced the air, like usual.
The grasshoppers were here.
He worked all seven days,
most of the day.
But he was alcoholic and abusive.
Still kind of is.
I didn’t feel guilty.
The few times he was home,
the desk lamp was always on.
