childhood holidaze

dad is drunk
on the couch
while
the turkey slowly
burns
the big plans
become
forgotten
at the bottom
of the twelfth
can

i am stoned
in my bedroom
with
the music
way too loud
trying
to drown out
the sounds
of fighting
in the living room

it is
another
wasted thanksgiving
a stroll
down childhood
trauma
the adults
scream
while slayer
sings
only a fool
thought
this year
would be
any different

congealed cranberries
lumpy
mashed potatoes
half cooked
casseroles
beside
a tower of empties
raised welts
from beatings
outside
the weather sleeting

there are
some things
you can never
escape
as a butt
burns
in the ashtray
football drowned out
by the snoring
it’s another
holidaze of hell
who could have
expected
anything better

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