Quiet Quiet Loud Quiet

You can choose to block it out if you want,
with a syndicated rerun of M*A*S*H*,
but then you might miss something important
in the quiet quiet loud quiet of your parents in the kitchen,
your father telling your mother about his day at work,
your mother giving him advice, your father telling her —
what? (I never really caught that part, only that
often, he yelled, and sometimes she did, too),
and then it’s time for dinner, and no one has to
talk at all because the news is on —
the nuclear arms race, maybe, or Iran Contra,
and everyone is tense, but no one has said it,
that you’ll be moving again; if anyone knows yet,
at least no one has said it. Yet.


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