Winter Olympics
children hear.
they hear the talking turning to yelling
they’ll wander downstairs, say they couldn’t sleep, could we watch tv?
and they’ll sit on a worn out, expensive couch between two parents, both suddenly with nothing to say
but i heard.
This poem is about:
My family
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6 years ago
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