You Must Have Heard

I am sure by now you must have heardThat your mother washes her hair with saltTo rid herself of your fathers stenchShe sleeps on one sideBecause her ribs have been cracked.Your mothers legs have been bent From birthing too much,          they said.
You must have heardThat she forked herselfTo rid her last child of your fathers
           name.
I am sure by now you must have heardYour mother screaming at nightWhen he comes home and he hogs her breath          Don’t you know?
She wishes you had her surname.