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Home Life
Michael Gullickson
When I saw the butcher knife
coming at me
it was because of an argument
over dishes
my brother said it was my turn,
I disagreed .
I can still feel the breeze
as it whirred past me.
I can still hear the sound
as it struck the wall
and quivered, the same way
I quiver now.
When I saw the baseball bat
coming down on me
a “swing away” kind of swing
a sign that if it landed
I could be dead or worse.
I was quick enough to move,
strong enough to take it from him.
My brother loved me, I guess,
but always out of the edge of my eye
I watched him when he was near.
Though he’s dead now over 30 years.
I still see his shadow.
I still feel the malevolent breeze
coming to claim me.