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Storm
There is always a storm
at my dad's house.
He and my stepmother
fight constantly,
their voices roaring and blazing
like thunder and lightning,
shouting about whether or not
to have a salad at dinner,
why she put eggshells in the trash
instead of down the garbage disposal
when everyone knows that's
where they go,
who isn't listening,
who isn't getting the point.
In the background,
my three-year-old half brother
howls like the sullen wind,
throwing a tantrum because
he doesn't want to go to bed,
he wants candy before dinner,
he wants to play on his iPad for just
one more minute.
Meanwhile, I sit on the loveseat,
staring at a book,
hands pressed over my ears,
trying and failing
to drown it all out.
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