Takeout

I dialed the numbers – as they screamed-
The words as Painful as bullets Hitting bystanders –
Witnessing a Murder and unable to say Anything but-
“Do you Deliver?”

Profanities hung Palpable in the air – wafting like the Smell of Grease –
How could one be Hungry during such trials? – starving for Attention
I ask for extra Cheese – Stepfather requests a lawyer, Mother desires Nothing
More than Refuge – safety – and perhaps a Salad.

How long will this Take, I have to Know – when will it End?
“You can expect It in 20 minutes.” – “Oh, you’re going to get It, JoAnna...”-
Stepfather’s temper Rises – Mother retreats maintaining Steady Eyes –
Today’s special is pepperoni calzone with a dash of Resentment.

Arrangements are made – the door receives a Knock –
I rush to Answer – finally, the Ordeal will come to an End – Divorce
is better than Misery – or Hunger – “I hope you’re happy...” he Retorts –
Eyes on me, “Dinner’s here.”





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Laughternchoclate said...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 9:03 am
It was slightly confusing, but then i made sense of it and this is really good. The last thing i don't get is witnessing a murder?
 
peacechild replied...
Feb. 20, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Thank you. :) I mean it symbolically - that divorce can "murder" a family.
 
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