Sunday, March 14, 2010

Mother, Mother

I remember when she tried to beat my ass. We lived in Georgetown in the double wide. She thought I stole her gold wrist watch. In her manic episode, she raised her hand to hit me. I was crouched in the laundry room of our double wide and I pissed myself. My father stopped her. He talked her down. I always knew my mother was ill.

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