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drinking Kombucha out of coffee mugs
playing cards with my six year old son
listening to a later De La Soul record
the word Fuck
and my good parent bad parent gauge starts to swing
but then I recall
my own introduction to Fuck
cold peanut butter toast
no skippy or jif but late 1970s co-op health food
floating oil impossible to mix impossible to stir peanut butter
cold peanut butter toast
late 1970s co-op basement rural southern Michigan automotive recession
whole grain toast
cold, because I am eating it slowly
and annoyingly and slowly
and Dad paces the kitchen
Eat Your Toast
i take a bite, slowly
Eat Your Toast
i take a bite, annoyingly
Eat Your Fucking Toast
he grabs my plate, throws it
the glass front of the oven explodes
in our southern Michigan late 1970s automotive recession kitchen
Fuck
And broken glass, and cold peanut butter toast un-swallowed in my mouth...

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