- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Head of the Table
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It wasn't a barrage,
so to speak,
but more of an oft-repeated
litany that circled
around the dinner table
(back when we still ate
dinner as a family)
"What'd ya do in school today?"
"Nuthin'"
"Nothing? You just sat there and did
nothing all day?"
"Pretty much."
"What'd you learn?"
"Nuthin'."
And, with any luck, Mom would have
everyone served by time we got to that
point...an undeclared line in the sand
where the four of us would dig in,
crossing fingers
knees,
ankles...and hoping for a few decent
swallows before voices became
raised and dinner shifted,
once more,
from casserole to ashes,
maybe, this time, all the dishes
would stay on the table,
all the bodies in their chairs.
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