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  Raud Kennedy
   
     
  • Mother

     

    At dinner

    at her daughterís house,

    she forces a smile,

    but her darting eyes

    give her away.

    Her skin is screaming,

    her eyes itching.

    With a hot flash

    of adrenaline,

    the leading trail of detox

    washes over her.

    She needs her wine,

    but she canít drink

    around her ex-husband.

    He told her

    they were both alcoholics,

    and now she must feign

    sheís not.

    But itís beyond that.

    Everyone sees the nerve

    damage,

    the awkward walking,

    the poor balance, drunk or sober.

    She avoids

    social affairs unless

    thereís wine

    available

    and sheís accompanied

    by others who wonít say

    anything

    about her drinking

    because they donít want

    anyone to say

    anything

    about their own.

    When dinner

    is over

    she leaves

    abruptly,

    and her anxiety

    wanes

    now that her first sip

    of wine

    is just a short trip

    away

    and she wishes

    she couldíve stayed

    longer.


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