with a little more brio

once more but please

with a little more brio

she wants to argue

& I’m doing

the thing of absence

having partaken

of the fun juice as has she

& we have a rule

no fights in the night

when firewater

has been the menu

I write down the anger points

her black & whites

hang those on the fridge

say let’s do this sober

watching her fingers

looking for things to throw

say over my shoulder

if it’s all the same

time for me to go

a plate hits the wall

which tomorrow

she will regret

as I don’t do her clean ups

because someone

has to hold the line

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