MISERY KILLER - a poem by Curt Farrier
I have a drink when he leaves for the day
And another shot not long after
Another morning with nothing said
Under-currents of misery, tension
He leaves me with the four of them
Three boys, and Eileen and I
Most days the next shot waits for the bus
But not today; Vodka, misery killer
Schools out today, damn schools
I have to go to the clinic downtown
Three weeks late, it can’t be happening again
Nurse says yes I am, damn her
Wants to know why I’m drinking
I look at the boys tearing up her office
At Eileen, my drooling four year old
Then back at Nursey with a glare, fuck her
Riding the bus back to the apartment
I think about the beating I’m going to get
Six shoes hit the ground running
Four shuffle home to the bottle
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