the heaven's collapse
every time she comes home
yelling at the top of
her lungs at her doltish
sons
we hear it all night
until curfew
(thank God they sleep
sometimes)
and the husband returns
after a day
hiding in work
he capitulates and enters
and we all sleep
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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