In Pasadena

Midnight once he stood me
  by the door of our refrigerator
   open, like a wedge of cheese in darkness,

a milk glass in my hand,
  he yelled, he cursed at me
   why would I do something for my mother

and not for him, why damn it not
  just take the goddamned pill,
   swallow the leather seed of it dissolving

slow against my uvula, the hard
  edging off to chalk and choke.

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