Foreknowledge

“I know what you’re about to say to me.”
My father’d interrupt with words like those
when we grew heated. Furious I’d be,
but almost stopped, amazed at how he chose
to interact, predicting wrong, and close
the gate to any chance to understand
his daughter, bound to anger in her throes
of passion, sure to lose her self-command.

(Huitain)

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