Feast or Fast

11/24/2022 Turkey Slaughter Day (HERE)

TSD is a joke ongoing long enough to become a dad joke

Speaking of Dad jokes — here’s a picture of him — before I was even a glimmer — It’s hard not to think things were a bit easier then — that’s a delusion

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.

In return — he sent me a picture of his shadow

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;-)

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 11/24/2022