I watched her hide in the back
hide under her beach cover
hide under her sunglasses.
so much like I did when I hated you
yet claimed I still loved you
I worry
for her
and you.
because eventually you
deserve something nice
to yell at.
oh I mean love.
and she, so naive and young
probably doesn’t even get it yet.
that you’re killing her
and
making her fat.
years? it will take her
a couple kids
a few stacks of resentment
it will all come blowing out
the weekend before thanksgiving
she’ll say
I’m leaving
and you’ll think to yourself
‘haven’t i heard this before?’