Roast Beef


big brother invited himself to family
dinner sunday afternoon, so mama’s
going crazy in the kitchen and tossing
fits over everything from space to clutter
her histrionics at least entertain
while the nerve-pregnant atmosphere rattles
with a cat chasing a bobbin, aunt betty
crashing her wheelchair into the bathroom
doorframe, and pops somewhere stomping footfalls
in flatfooted shuffles across hardwood floors
into his own mancave to count his myriad
pills and allocate them for the fifth time today
to day-labeled chambers in a plastic blue box
while I await news from friends I’d rather be with.

David M Pitchford
29 Jan 2012

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