Baked Chicken and Questions

Baked chicken, mashed potatoes and frozen green peas. Geometry, pep rally, and Lisa in the hallway. How was the test? Did you say hello? Who did you sit with? Are you going to the game? The chicken is dry, but I’m chewing it over And the mashed potatoes are my favorite food. You’ll be fine, it’s easy, why don’t you call Cathy? Leave the table to get more tea and napkins, Refill Dad’s glass while you’re over there, please. I got an A on my paper about reincarnation. That’s great! What? You don’t believe that. Peas slide off my fork and my little brother laughs Don’t say that. Don’t do that. (southern politeness) And please pass the potatoes over to your brother. Some other doctor’s daughter is having a party. You know she’ll invite you. I guess I’ll go. I want to go really, but I want to be wanted. Like my mother, so popular. But I don’t have the words. Ms. Romeo picked my poem to be in the paper. You aren’t wearing your contacts. I was late this morning. Can I please be excused? My room is my safety No eyes and no voices, no phone calls at all. Southern politeness is served up each evening Along with the questions, baked chicken, and peas.