Family Rules (a poem)

“What happens in this family is not what

happens in the real world,” the stern voice said,

echoing from the cellphone I heard while walking

along the gravel-patched road.

The young woman who held the phone

staggered aimlessly down suburban backstreets

in her pajamas – she’d wandered from her doorstep

in a fever dream, unable to grasp her family’s rules

and lost in a web of intrigue, watching it unfold

like a nightmare with its own demented logic.

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