"...He grows increasingly drunk and angry.
He screams at the
TV and sticks up for Hitler.
He yells at your
twenty pound dog. You carry the shaking
pup upstairs and
let the man keep screaming out hostility.
At least he's not
screaming at you.
You go back down for some water or to fix yourself
another vodka
& coke, to tone your nerves and convince yourself
this is all normal. It isn't. It's all your fault.
He comes into the kitchen and glares at you,
He comes into the kitchen and glares at you,
raises his hand
above your head like he's threatening
to punch you in
the face. He punches
the cupboard
above your head, breaks another hole."
from the poem "Your Fault", one of four of my poems appearing within Rag Queen Periodical, preceded by a lovely cicada.
Thank you very much to the Rag Queen team.
If so inclined, read more HERE - https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/07/21/Four-New-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook
