Fairground

Her house always smells bad.

I don’t much like that we’re back.

My brother said Mother

went off her rocker,

whatever that means,

but she’s better now,

which is good.

When Mother first hugged me,

I knew I was really home.

But all this mess is confusing.

I feel I’ve been riding a fairground

bumper car, only I’ve got damaged.

Badly.

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