what was all that noise?
that shouting that crying
while mother slugged down
wood alcohol to prove
her bravery her insistence
on dramatic death
a scene for the ages
against a struggle
for moments
ground fine
ground to dust
against cracked mirrors
father grabbing his ego
furious at being upstaged
taking a firm hold
on bottles and arms
and waists
as if he could tango
without practicing
dancing toward oblivion
with a devil teaching
tentative steps
in shoes
to large to fill
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