There’s a Tiny Shadow on my brain, a
Dainty cloud of Damage.
You’d never know it because I
But you might Wonder if you felt my
Profound Silence when Startled or
Watched my body
Fling itself with Wild Abandon while I went on
It was all the shouting
All the Watching the headlights track across the ceiling and
Waiting for the door to Slam and
It was all the being kept in the dark but being fed cake.
It was all the Outrages
30 years she gave him, Of her ordinary life, He a punk rocker, Her the doting wife…