DAD.

every noise

crash

snap

or shout

 

followed by a jump

or a yelp or a flinch

arms

 

wrapped around my body

thinking—

it’s back then

 

I’m 9 again

crying on the porch

blank wall, frozen

 

while he screams

and screams and screams and screams

in the yellow light.

 

thank you for making me afraid.

This poem is about: 
My family
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