Lori Messenger - Coming Home

Returning from fighting
the West End Fire,
I walked in to find
My daughter and my husband
Arguing over who should be able to watch what.
Without a word, I yanked the chord
And dispatched the television out the front door.
It was mine from when I was single,
So I felt no guilt in launching it to eternity
It landed like a popping metal bowl of silverware and sand
This did not set a good example
for my daughter in terms of argument resolution.
But the final death sighs were extremely pleasing to me.
And now there is no misconception about how I feel

Lori Messenger

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