runaway
forced to leave the kitchen table
from underneath
there were calls to be kicked at
as I crawled out
ordered to be exiled to my room
nobody pays attention
to anything around here
so soon thereafter I sneak out
through the front door
easily enough
along the way I met
my oldest brother
telling me I’m in big trouble
hell don’t I know it
I don’t saying a fucking word
moving on in search
of a safer house
february two thousand twenty-five
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