But You Were A Boy by John D Robinson

‘I think you must’ve been
about 12 years old,
your dad had come
back after a 3 or 4 day
drinking binge and he
was in a bad way and
mean and loud and
angry with me for some
reason and you were
standing beside me and
I looked at you and you
had your fists clenched
like you were ready to
fight but you were a
boy and if you had
punched him and he
punched you back,
well, right at that
moment, I knew,
enough was enough
and I
decided that he was
going to leave and
never
come back and that’s
what happened’

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John D Robinson is a published poet; ‘When You Hear The Bell, There’s Nowhere To Hide’ (Holy&intoxicated Publications 2016) Cowboy Hats & Railways’ (Scars Publications 2016); a contributor to the 2016 48th Street Press Broadside Series; his work appears widely in the small press and online literary online journals including Rusty Truck; Red Fez; Outlaw Poetry; Degenerate Literature; Haggard & Halloo; Beatnik Cowboy; Boyslut; Anti Heroin Chic; In Between Hangovers; Your One Phone Call; he is married and lives in the UK with his wife a dog 3 cats and copious amounts of wine.

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