Dripped coffee (drip coffee)
on the draperies –
the stain will remain
a reminder of this mistake.
Thank God it wasn’t espresso.
His anger is stronger than Gunpowder.
The drapes were(n’t) new,
thrift store treasure she unburied
like the dead,
like a secret,
like the truth.
Laughter faked and cookies baked
while fists crack plaster, faces, plates.
Skin and bone, this broken home
verb and noun and bloody tone.
It’s not what you think, she says,
it’s not like it seems.
Fear running free like sweat
Like a plea
Like blood down the drain
He had a bad day
That’s all.