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Control Freak
By David Harris-Gershon
Kicking and screaming
is how I went,
slung over
his shoulder
and onto the hole, told
shit here or else,
clenched clump of a boy
slumped, shivering.
It has not been in me since,
energy for this,
setting her down
on cold porcelain,
abdomen an abscessed mess
of memories exiting
synaptic bowels as I growl
use the potty, waiting
for the struggle against arms
and the drone of hands
unwinding with this boy
now a man turning back
the clock, squatting,
slowed by a minute
slowed by two, shouting
to an empty room
what time is it?
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