grilled cheese sandwich

tell me about your childhood,
the therapist
asks me, as I flip over
on the couch.
do you mind if I take off
my shoes, I ask her.
no. she says. don't do that.
so,
tell me.
do you come from a good family?
what do you mean
by good, I ask her.
no one killed each other,
although there were
daily threats.
I used to make my sister
hold the wad of
aluminum foil on the antennae
when
the twilight zone was on,
so yes,
we got along.
it was good.
it was nice being older
and bossing
the little ones around. I miss
that.
one sister made a mean
grilled cheese sandwich.