there were certain days nthat i knew you were drinkingnfumes running on your breathnrum and cokendown your throatnneyes were rolling roundnand you swore like a sailorntoo drunk to let me drivena glass of winenin your hands all the timennand i won't say that i'm sorrynbecause you walked out on meni still hear yournslippers scuffing the carpetni'm waiting for an apologynni cried in the drivewaynit was parked to impressnwhen he grabbed your assnand went insidennow's the timento run and hidennhe's looking out the windownnow he's looking at menand his eyes open wide and shinyndo you want to go for a ridennow get insidennwith his brown hairnand his big handsnhe eventuallynput on menthe old reclinernrefrigeratornand scar of humilitynnsummer and the swingsni was only a kidni was high above the marigoldsndown belownwe watched them grownwindows open voicesnfalling out from the tressnthe children playing down belowntalking lownbut talking lownnand that summer is when it happenednwhen you couldn't look at menwhen i yelled outnit's like you never met menand i set his car on fire