Family Function
Does politeness in your family well up like
a seed in jagged rocks in the tundra night?
Do manners brew in the black cauldron
with garlic, onions and eye of newt?
Does your family season its conversation with
gallons of salt, while forgetting to add sugar?
Would you rather season your conversation
with extra hot ghost pepper sauce?
Does your family function like a Mentos
that has been stuck inside a bottle full of Coke?
Or maybe your family function is like
vinegar and baking soda mixed in a blender?
If that is your family welcome to broken,
welcome to the ashes, and the dawning of a traumatic normal.
Copyright © Miranda Hawley | Year Posted 2023
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