Sitting in my living room br just reading br I hear the sound of tiers rolling across gravel. br It’s four o’clock already and my father’s home. br I run to my room and turn out the lights. br Maybe trick him into thinking I wasn’t home br or I was asleep. br I was hoping to avoid another lecture br from my father about breakfast cereals and bowls. br So I sit at my desk in the dark br armed only with a fudge sickle, br I sit and read poetry br by the light of my computer screen br br I eventually hear my mom’s voice. br She’s talking to my father br about the weather or money br or my older brother or some (poop) . br I sit in my room in the darkness. br I don’t want to hear it from her either br “What have you done all day? ” br “Do you have a job yet? ” br “I don‘t understand you sometimes…” br So I sit and read poetry br By the light of my computer screen br armed only with a fudge sickle stick.