The Joke of Trauma

Tell tale signs of an imminent beating play out.
“Bammm!”
Upstairs, back bathroom window slams shut.
Only 2'x15" in size and located at chest height, its resonance unmistakable.

It’s better to beat your kids in the back of the house. Then, those hapless dog walkers innocently strolling down our wide stretch of sidewalk, in a populous, suburban…