bob

he showed up at the front door with his father

mine answered the door

me behind being

present

he was beat up pretty bad

face swollen

eyes

nose

wanting to press charges

storm door open

i dont remember them coming in

i dont remember

standing on the front steps

of a house i was never born in

look what your son did

shame

pride

confusion

hardened

power

wondering what was going through my fathers head

seeing that

having another man come to his home to show him what his son had done

beaten to a pulp

violent

did he not see it

question it

ask me why

no lessoned learned

maybe just a fight between two kids

but i knew

i knew

the sounds he made as i stuck him

over and over again

on top of him on that driveway

closed fists

doing gods work

some way to escape and feel control

that i was good for something

even if it meant destroying someone

what was i looking for

escape

the defender of the neighborhood

other peoples problems

savior

maybe they will listen now

maybe they will see

that i couldn’t

ask for help