Domestic Disturbance Poem by Daniel Karbon

Domestic Disturbance



Honey darling
Come quick
There's a young boy
And his feet are in the sink
And I don't know what to do
Why would I ever know what to do
Why would I
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It's alright
Nicole
Show me where the boy is
Where's he from?
How'd he get in?
Who can I take him back to?
Who can watch as I wring his little neck
Somebody better watch
I'm not wringing the neck
Of a young boy with his feet in my sink
Without someone at least being there
To see it
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I wonder if they know
I'm here yet
Snuck in
Through something left unlocked
So much is left unlocked
After all
I don't think they'll mind too much about the sink
Do you?

Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: conflict
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Daniel Karbon

Daniel Karbon

Mesa, Arizona
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