Who knew gold would grow
On green stalks
If left alone in the yard.
Old farm house
Abandoned 60 years
A wobbling car pulls in the driveway,
Lights blazing into the house.
She’s inside knitting,
Kids asleep on the floor.
I stagger in, my demons on my breath
Around my head, in the passenger seat
She starts yelling and tearing,
Spit flecking off her lips.
Covers pulled up to our chins
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Like it passes every night.
He comes in,
Eyes cut out of granite
Ruts in the yard,
Red dust in the air.
My god, my god,
What have I done?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
Who knew gold would grow
On green stalks
If left alone in the yard.
Old farm house
Abandoned 60 years
A wobbling car pulls in the driveway,
Lights blazing into the house.
She’s inside knitting,
Kids asleep on the floor.
I stagger in, my demons on my breath
Around my head, in the passenger seat
She starts yelling and tearing,
Spit flecking off her lips.
Covers pulled up to our chins
Waiting for the storm to pass.
Like it passes every night.
He comes in,
Eyes cut out of granite
Ruts in the yard,
Red dust in the air.
My god, my god,
What have I done?
Mom?
Dad?
Mom?
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