The table, besides me, is bald and bearded

I’m getting there but hanging on

we are brought turkey and sides

Kraft sprinkled mac and cheese

stuffing with giblet gravy

green beans with pork fat

cranberry sauce right out of the can

they bring it out to us tired

they bring it out while their kids run and scream

they bring it to almost whispered thank-yous

they bring it despite not orgasming in years

they bring it after breaking down in the kitchen

while the others keep going

they bring it to the ones we know are abusers

they bring it to the ones they’d like to take for a spin

they bring it to me multiple times because I eat good for my size

they bring it to husbands who complain about their attitudes

when their backs are turned

and they think they can’t hear

I see some of them gripping the cutting knives hard

and looking at us

even me

like they’d love to bring that to us.