daddy throws the backpack across the room

and cracks the tv screen

mommy slams the door behind her

off to go fuck jesus

my brother and i hide under the table

because jesus fucked us over

there’s a dented beer can on the kitchen table

someone slams it

breaks it like a spine

all twisted and ugly

ugly ugly ugly

pouring out bubbles and creamy gold

seeps into the cracks in the floor

drains down somewhere for the roaches

drips on my forehead

blesses me in cold bitter

silence.