By Meredith Thompson

Do you remember,
Sitting at the over-large table,
brandy snifter full of chocolate milk,
feet swinging above the floor,
dog under the table?

I never understood how hard it must have been for her
to sit in that house.
Make small talk in that house.
Walls filled with blood
Window frames bursting with memories

I never understood anything.
I just sat, and drank my chocolate milk
Ate my macaroni with the cracked black pepper on top,
and played with the dog.


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