Holidays are rough.  We all have to meet together despite annoyances, disappointments, old buried resentments, or whatever. Sometimes passive aggressive behavior is taken out on a turkey, or a pie.  I’m just saying…

POEM: PECAN PIE

She beats the pie with the stick of the blender knife

To get the frigid pie on a plate

And quiet worded walls surround

The family Thanksgiving

Dinner.

Unhappiness

At one end of the table

Un-understanding

In the middle

Of the table.

And the rest

Not knowing elsewhere

Then those that are

Over it.

Over spearing the knife into the glazed pecan pie out of

Annoyed anger

Turned bark brittle and bold.

-eml

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!  Keep it real.  And eat that pie!