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YOU ASKED FOR IT 

Country music pounding 
Kids in the kitchen 
Sounding out phrases 
Of hunger and confusion. 
Mom's in her silence 
Painting over the doors that 
Leak the sound of children, 
Bawling, 
That invade her seclusion 
With thoughts of single bars, 
and two seater cars, 
And alone. 
To be hitched. 
What a bitch. 

Dennis Wujcik 

Sue Hartup 




