American Family Poems #3
No matter what these daughters
heard from under the window sill
the conversation from soiled grandparents
drunk uncles and scarred aunts
who neither love nor praise
a child's hand and child's work.
No matter what the voices in their heads
spilled from their sour mouths:
Send those jews and homos to hell
kill them off with those disabled retards
who live like kings in the beachtown.
No matter what these two daughters
heard they will become the doctors
who will heal them when they break.