Have you been shredded
By the tenacity
Of your alcoholism
Yet,
Or will we have to funnel
More worldly atrocities
Into you,
Filling you to bursting?
The swish in your belly,
The boldness of your talk;
Decimated.
Let me be the one
To kill all you are
With my well-kept home
And all-American children.
Let me poison you
With my son and husband's baseball game,
My seasonal dish towels.
Let me tear your being
With my baby
Who doesn't even suffer a diaper rash,
With my laundered and ironed clothes.
Let me destroy you in domesticity,
A cold beer at the end of the day
And too many addictions
Kept hidden.
Let me dismantle your establishment
While I bear my blemishes under the skin.
Let me break your concentration.
Let me make you think
I am perfect.
Let me make you think
That my family is sound.
Let me convince you
That you mean nothing
To the world
If only because
My children will be more intelligent
and more well kept
Than the one you poisoned.
Let me be
The Stephen King novel,
Bruce Springsteen song,
All-American house wife
And let me be kept far,
Far away from You,
Dazed and Confused
And depressed and medicated,
You.