Sound Punishment


She wouldn’t let your big hand near me
“He doesn’t know his own strength” she’d say.
You’d crack the leather of a BB belt instead as a warning.
And I would hear it in whipcracks at the circus
and the terrifying roar of an approaching underground train.
And yet three dislocated shoulders in 12 months
we’re given out of love from her. And she later said
“If that had happened now, the Social would be onto me!”

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