prompt 18 hour 18<\/p>\n
thanklessgiving<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
picking turkey carcasses from garbage cans abandoned in alleys dirtier than the shirt stretched over his thinning frame, he prayed for something not decayed enough to poison him again on this thanklessgiving, again, alone but not alone with the others who sifted through these same cans looking for food or something to keep the gnawing from eating the lining of their stomachs<\/p>\n
again.<\/p>\n
why was charity reserved for the Christmas season when no one cared about any of that anymore? where was the gratitude for having when others don\u2019t? he growled into his blackened finger nails, full of more to eat than the scraps of rotting something like food not good enough for those who thought nothing of tossing food –\u00a0 thoughtlessly disregarded, like he was, too\u2026all over a little thing or two to make him feel anything else but whatever it was he used to feel when those other feelings came back<\/p>\n
again.<\/p>\n
thanks was to be given freely for all having. he knew he was grateful for having what he had when he had it, whatever that was\u2026places where he could go and be treated like a human being with a name that didn\u2019t sound like \u201ccrack head\u201d<\/p>\n
again.<\/p>\n
he put the lid on the can and walked away, remembering the days when he made turkeys out of construction paper tracings of his hand \u2013 days when he could still be anything he wanted to be in the realm of possibility beyond this thanklessgiving.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 r.l. elke<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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