Braced for the Pity
Let's workshop this poem about a man locked in adolescent emotionality in part, although the piece leaves this unsaid, from chronic marijuana use starting as a tween
Braced for the Pity
Fifty but still stomping off
to huff in a closet, punishing
not his mom now but his wife
whose refusals to check on him
(even knock)—payback
she might deliver with laughs
at the TV—result reliably
in him bruised from breaking
items, feeling awful for hours.
This piece is unpublished
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