Dream Sequence - Part 7

the day started out the way so many do —
a pre-dawn screaming match between my mother and sister.
she had been stumbling drunk on the front lawn — also a familiar site —
and somehow missed me walking past on my way to work.
it’s hard to tell whether she had been thrown out this time
or had angrily moved out to be with her wife.
they were all here now, trading the usual incoherent accusations.
my brothers were both up at this point and invited her inside.
she didn’t want to come inside.
so fine, stay outside and let the cops take you away.
that’s just what you'd want, isn’t it?
actually, it isn’t — which is why we invited you in.
it all makes sense doesn’t it?