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Sep 2013
What are we gonna do about jack?
We gotta get help for Jack.
Jack is in trouble again.

Goddamnmotherfuckingsonofabitch

Sitting on my bed, I thank goodness he is not
my biological brother.
Earth and moon and sun align when
Jack
comes home.
Apocalypse in suburbia
and mother lost her head again.
Oh what are we to do?

Father fixed the problem
with the bruises on his fists
mother fixed the problem
when she fixed herself a drink.
And the rest just sit in silence in our rooms
and wonder if
Jack
will snap
before Daddy does.

Jack
tried to smother Baby
when Jack was only five.
Jack
held a knife to my throat
when he was only six

Eyes are the window to the soul*
they say
I watched his darken
into a sable void
before his 10th
birthday.
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