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