I may have gained a little perspective.
 
 Mom struggled to raise two kids
 
 on her own, at least until Scott
 
 blundered into her life.
 
 Jake was a late addition,
 
 one the workout queen accepted
 
 and loved despite killer stretch marks
 
 and sure-to-sag-even-more boobs.
 
 As for Dad, well, truth be told, his love
 
 of drugs surpassed his love of family.
 
 And when we were small, he just
 
 happened to install cable TV,
 
 giving him every opportunity
 
 to experience the wild side of
 
 bored, stay-at-home housewives,
 
 eager for entertainment.
 
 So it was, perhaps, ironic
 
 that I discovered …
 
 Dad Hadn’t Paid His Cable Bill
 
 Three fuzzy channels
 
 hissed and spit
 
 a rerun of Friends,
 
 extra-inning baseball, and
 
 soap opera, en español.
 
 I should have gone
 
 straight to bed,
 
 counted cracks
 
 in the ceiling.
 
 Instead, I went outside.
 
 Cigarette smoke,