I have a girlfriend who tells
stories of her family and how her
only daughter once slapped her
Hit her husband with an electric cable,
and called police on him to send him to jail.
All in rage.
I was not happy when my girlfriend
last night threw my two favorite porcelin
yellow flowers decorated jugs in garbage bins
She did not like them.
I said how would she feel if I threw away
her local artists' signed paintings of
Florida birds, dingies and boats,
Her taste was poor and paintings worthless.
I did not like them.
She took off from wall a pink flamingoes painting,
smashed it on the bedroom floor, its frame
accidently hitting my toes, glass splattered everywhere.
She was furious, my left toes hurting.
Like mother like daughter, I thought,
how such people could be homicidal,
All embroiled for a moment in rage and anger.
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