The Other Day

When your reaction reflected
the violence dripped off
onto my thin lips
I knew not
what was speaking

When recalling this fall
repeating fists inflicted
down a child’s small spine
I knew I felt
but addicted

When comprehending again
how electricity courses
through a family infraction
I knew to whom
I was reacting

Now reconsideration reveals
such spontaneous bragging
as inspired words ease
clear eyed