protest,
the seven of us let
out a loud groan
when my
mother announced
she was making split pea
soup for dinner,
with the ham bone in.
who cares about a dumb ham bone? yo.
my father's favorite.
something was up.
maybe he'd be home early
tonight.
curtailing his drinking and
flirtations.
we shook our heads
and sighed.
thinking of later
when we'd make
our sandwiches with
wonder bread,
crunchy peanut
butter and jelly inside.
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