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He’s home from the war.
The young marine throws his kit down,
piss’s in the sink, kicks the cat,
drinks a remaining fifth of J.D.
In a drunken rage
smashes her fine china teapot,
orders her to stop hiding,
threatens to kill her meddling mother,
demands sex
or he'll fork the babysitter.
Eyes wet with a mute sorrow
stiff face screaming:
I love you.
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