wrecking ball – john grey

My sister married drunkenness.
She wed fists, upper cuts,
battering rams to the cheek.

He worked
in the cabin of the wrecking ball,
flattening houses.

And he brought home money,
good money compared to most,
even with the drinking.
Rent was paid on time.
So were all utilities.
And her friends said,
“Hold onto him.”
She did…
to prevent him getting his hands free.

She tried to leave once.
But he dragged her back.
She didn’t resist.

Then she was pregnant
with their first child.
He had his heart set
on a miniature version of himself.
He patted the stomach.
The child patted back.
He figured it for a man already.

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