Domestic fights in time of famine II

 

he was late again that evening
Too many women at the beauty parlour
She said
When he finally arrived
Late as usually
Drunk as usually
Enraged as usually
He took every painting,
Every framed picture or drawing
From the hallway walls
And passed his fist through it
The show ends with a crystal ashtray
Matching another mirror….

Next evening the entire family goes
To dinne out at the writers’ club
Same pattern as first time
No sour cream on walls
Just shards

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