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Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Sonnet #390

 She shouted that I wasn’t listening but I was

I was just disagreeing and that’s not

The same thing she shouted I was not

Doing it right but she kept changing what was

I made a different way of doing the same thing

She screamed she couldn’t find anything 

But nothing had moved, and she wasn’t 

putting anything away she tried

To tell all my friends I was going to hurt her

But I was only asking her not to hurt me

While lying on the floor outside our child’s bedroom

Begging for a night without getting pushed

Slapped things thrown around screamed at


And they believed her 




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