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Comments (0) Issue 4, Poetry, Writing

Destiny Donahue

 
Dad can't have tequila;
I guess it makes him strip
And dance on top of tables.
Mom can't have vodka;
She gets angry, throws glass,
And stomps up the stairs.
That's okay, though-
I've learned to pick up the broken pieces
Without cutting myself anymore.

Today I learned something new though;
Mom can't have tequila either.
It doesn’t make her strip like Dad,
But instead, brings down the anger
She has repressed for so long
And makes it go to her hands.
Luckily Dad didn't have any,
Or there would be a real problem.

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