mama mood swing (reprise)

almost every night she storms into the living room after her bath

roaring mad silent seething

eyes bulging in her head

her every movement over-exaggerated

her words sharp and cutting

(like tonight—
it makes her even angrier to see me and dad smiling
watching a movie)

her anger is contagious

it pisses me the fuck off

because like usual she's fine after a few minutes

maybe a smile here or there

a wry joke that makes my oblivious sister bark a laugh

and i'm still angry

roaring mad silent seething

what the fuck gives her the right to come in and

spread her anger like a contagion

and then be happy while i'm mad and confused

how dare she

how dare she

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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