Three brothers, nine, mad sisters and
an alcoholic husband
determined her three hundred pounds.
Raucous curses
from her big, stained chair.
New, glossy, white teeth
clickity-clacked when
she yelled at her nephew.
He cowered behind the piano
when he was as young as
he could remember
longing for his parents to
rescue him after they finished work.
Edna rocked back and forth.
Back and forth.
Drumming her fingers on the greasy arms of the chair.
Her husband drank to drown out her voice.
Her son married the first big-bosumed blond
from the trailer court
so he could escape the curses.
His new wife, Mildred, was an iron pot.
The same clickity-clack of teeth and
loose, red mouth barking orders
and spewing curses.
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