Tony was drunk.
He showed up
at his mom's drunk.
She won't let him in.
She called us.
I found him
on the porch raging.
He saw me
and tried to walk away.
I hit him
with the spot light,
turned his head to me,
andexited the car.
Why don't you have a seat.
Tony turned,
neck tensed,
squared his shoulders,
and made his hands into fists.
I widened my stance,
stared, and growled,
I said have a seat.
He broke form, looked backed,
and down to the sidewalk.
There.
I pointed to step into a yard.
He sat.
He was done.
If you can get an angry drunk to sit,
the fight's won.