"...He grows increasingly drunk and angry.He screams at the TV and sticks up for Hitler.He yells at your twenty pound dog. You carry the shakingpup upstairs and let the man keep screaming out hostility.At least he's not screaming at you.
You go back down for some water or to fix yourselfanother vodka & coke, to tone your nerves and convince yourselfthis is all normal. It isn't. It's all your fault.
He comes into the kitchen and glares at you, raises his hand above your head like he's threateningto punch you in the face. He punchesthe cupboard above your head, breaks another hole."
from the poem "Your Fault", one of four of my poems appearing within Rag Queen Periodical, preceded by a lovely cicada.Thank you very much to the Rag Queen team.If so inclined, read more HERE -
https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/07/21/Four-New-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook
Published on July 21, 2017 21:59