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You must’ve done it – blown up a balloon,
and as you let the air whoosh out again,
you stretch to squeeze the opening, and soon
a shrieking scream escapes – an awful din.
Some laugh and others wincing then begin
to block their ears. I want you to observe
I didn’t show your kid that trick. The sin
you call impulsiveness, I don’t deserve.

(Huitain)

I didn’t have a rigid plan today –
some morning exercise, depart by 3,
and spend a little time at books and play
with almost-6 and -2 for company.
Then came the call the older’s sick. He’ll stay
at home so I’ll come early, act as nurse
and friend. This puts small errands on delay
and gives me thoughts to subject to this verse.

Confronted with enigma of the sort
a person evidences acting weird,
I’m likely to create my own report:
a fiction that implies how things appeared.
What motivation or pathology
propels a character to acts deserved?
Which facets of the personality
would naturally produce the scenes observed?

If she-who-hides-her-body was abused
so hard and early she forgets her past,
and harbors he-who-ought-to-be-accused,
and fills her home with clutter, soiled, vast,
perhaps the one who listens and inspects
is right to place the daughters with the ex.