i remember
as mother swallowed the ring
how i thought
it would be all right
then seeing
them drag father
through the snow
by his arm
and leg
that was the first time
i saw red
i remember
smelling dirty clothes
hiding in the hamper
until it was quiet
but it was too quiet
i remember
the long ride to aunt ruth's
but the stains in the snow
wouldn't go away
years have long passed
my aunt did the best she could
i suppose
but on gray days like this
when i smell snow coming
i wish
i had never seen
that color
i'm still
in that dark hamper





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