Monday, March 30, 2009

I kept putting the wrong date on my papers
I guess I forgot what day it was, today
Ever since yesterday, I feel like I’m dreaming
The door isn’t really ripped off its hinges
My mother isn’t really crying, really afraid
My step-dad isn’t really crazy, tearing our
House apart, which isn’t actually torn apart
If the door was where it was, now it would
Seem like it had never really happened
Except for the melted, rubbery tire marks
On our driveway, from where he was angry
And the undercooked chicken he couldn’t finish
Because he was too busy swearing in front
Of my sisters, dropping f-bombs and goddamns
And shits and asses and regrets
And I really wish it hadn’t happened, and
That all those tears weren’t shed, and
That all that emotion wasn’t spent in this home
To tear us apart, bit by bit, so that we
No longer felt like we were at home
And we couldn’t go home because a
Half-abusive stranger was inside
Like refugees, we had to flee
Into a room, a house, a mindset
A fantasy where it was a life to be envied
Instead of a family to pity and empathize
Ever since yesterday, I feel like I’m dreaming
I guess I forgot what day it was, today
I kept putting the wrong date on my papers
When it’s really the day after the first tragedy
Of the end.