I Remember Listening

listening to my parents argue 

while i sat on the floor

indian style

with my ear pressed against the cool wooden door

was agonizing 

but i still did it

my sister

screaming from her room only amplified the situation

my father's temper never capped

holes in the wall

broken plates

my mother with tears shooting down her face

i did not make a sound

i was still

while everything around me was shaking

bending

my window open and a breeze pushed the curtains out into my room

the sun glared in and warmed a strip of my back

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