I didn’t realize that dVerse was back so I missed Monday’s prompt but still decided to write it. (Time to get back into writing poetry!) For this quadrille (a poem of 44 words), we were asked to use the word “juke.”

Bad Dream, A quadrille

Tabletop jukebox
Patsy Cline croons “Crazy”
ice cream coats my upper lip
I’m 11 during the best/worst summer
D in a good mood
temporarily
his temper like a canker erupts
sudden, an eye-blink
I tiptoe around eggshells
perfecting avoidance
Daddy dies, D disappears

again