wooden-hearted daughter
breathing down his neck
crisp words of concern for his health
pure hatred only halfway beneath
finally rocking back on her heels
and slapping the glass from his hand
to shatter and splash across the floor
the whiskey that he’s needing so
to keep from coming apart
at the seams
The title is wonderful as is the poem itself - i wonder if she truly has a wooden heart..it feels like they both have a dependency..for him the whiskey - for her, him - perhaps in some way knocking the glass away is love - we don't get angry with people we don't care about...
ReplyDeleteSheer desperation and her last resort to make him see the light. She's doing it out of love, but can he he see it?
ReplyDeleteHuman relationships are complicated. Can see both sides of the coin on this issue. Great use of the words and a very interesting topic.
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