Feast or Fast
11/24/2022 Turkey Slaughter Day (HERE)
I sent out a poem to gate(less) poetics this morning — My younger brother enjoyed it and shared it on social media — But it was locked behind the paywall — where I can claim plausible deniability — There was nothing particularly precious about it so I’ll reshare with y’all:
Thanksgiving Day, 2022 11/24/2022, Con/Jur/d A metal basket on top of a rusty pole cold hands overlooking 3 Mile Island, a ball tossed in could come out in one of the 4 cardinal directions With our grandparents dead does the New Cumberland playground still exist guarded by bleak red-brick houses or did it fade like our Father’s anger during his early dementia? I asked her, remembering our avoidant behaviors, grabbing the ill sized rubber ball stiff handed, the steam rose down in the technicolor valley, the 70's Burnt Umber of the leafless trees while the previous generations bathed the turkey in resentment (I know you don’t remember it that way) I asked her “Did you like the Thanksgiving Day Parade as a kid? or was it a byproduct of nostalgia”? And you said “I liked the balloons and the marching-band” And although I’ll spend today alone I can appreciate that.
Shadow Selfies Galore!
If you are feasting or fasting, surrounded by friends and family, or alone like I am (In order to have some blood work done in the morning) I hope your day is dripping with gratitude gravy;-)