i made a plate
and was proud
it looked great
when loud progeny
said to me
when are you leaving
pressing me
vindictively
apple doesn't fall
far from the tree
look at me
nearly limbless
a soul in duress
i guess poem
will go hungry
too tonight
she already knew
coming down tacks
on the wax
a slew of hate
in her hands
anger flew to raging
and away dinner went
i cried one bent bit
and did the dishes
made my wishes
i could share this
like i might have
a dinner with
a night that knew
some other side
of the rain
EJR ©
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