poem

We aren’t all equal,
says men
women too

You’re nothing but a fucking drunk
As she cheats

Eat your vegetables
or no inheritance for you
Says both
to the children
of nine
seven
and
none

Rolling around the dishes
the old man splits his finger,
thinks of telling her,
It wouldn’t matter,
hasn’t for a long time

Kid picks up a rock
and tosses it through the window
of his father’s car

Doesn’t much matter
hasn’t for along time

time
was nothing
but a dribble

then,
dribble
found
a few things

-M. Taggart

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