Collateral Heart Damage
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- February 20, 2023
She was going to Aunt Zella’s
Mom was away at the Lawyer’s
Dad on business in South Korea.
Import-export. Zella was loaded, sent a Chauffeur Inherited husband’s largesse.
Big name Art Dealer.
Debra had a lot to process
Arguments increasing
Frequency, vigour.
On went her earphones usually
Or some escapist Sci-Fi novel.
Liked Robert Sawyer the best.
Canadian. Fascinating.
WWW Trilogy for example.
But all around Debra
Was non-fiction, painful, angering
Parents like the children.
Small triggers in the everyday.
Roles reversed, Debra felt like some sort
Of Midway Prize.
Big smile, clown-like
Ribbons swirled all around.
Long heirloom dress.
And Both were out of Town.
They were the Clowns.
Nothing but frowns.
(Once I was a Lawyer in Ontario. Fourteen years. Then I left the junkpile. Banker said that I had to. Ended up in steel manufacture. Thirty-three years.The legal work included divorce and family cases, separations, mediation. Often the parties appeared to be like children
fighting in the sandbox, arguing over trinkets, using child custody issues like pawns in chess. Not precious offspring. Pity.)