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Writer's pictureTin Can Poetry

Ruckus By Joseph Marshall

I hide in the kitchen

close to the boiling kettle

for its soothing din

to overwhelm my ears

so the slamming doors

and abrasive words

are dulled.


Then I can pretend

this isn't happening.

Again.

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