holiday dinner around the table.
everyone was there.
all the siblings
and cousins,
aunts and uncles.
children.
a few friends and neighbors.
it was going well,
hugs and kisses
were dispersed
all around.
grace was said before everyone
dug into the feast
before us, but then
grandma blurted
out, getting up from her chair,
that what we need is more ice,
then went into the kitchen.
all hell broke loose
as the discussion got heated.
the table was turned
over, food was thrown
across the room,
chairs were broken.
uncle bill got a hold
of the electric knife
setting it on low
against his brother's throat,
cutting off his red tie.
Aunt Lilly, who
made the Waldorf Salad
had cousin Betty,
with her blue hair, in a stranglehold,
and someone poured hot gravy
on Jimbo's head
who works for DOGE.
finally grandma
came back from the kitchen
with more ice
in her drink
and said loudly over
the furor,
holding up the tray,
anyone need more ice?
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