Thanksgiving Dinner

Loosening their pants,
They're all leaving…
Finally.
Dinner is over
As well as the talk afterwards
ensuring no speculations of discourtesy.
I smile and say good-bye.
This Thanksgiving is not as cheery
As those in years past.
As they fall into their cars,
Thinking of the nice long nap awaiting them
When they reach their own homes,
I sigh in relief.
Maybe now, I can retreat to mine,
The safe place in the corner of my mind.
If only they could hear my thoughts.
What would they think?
I consider visiting the bathroom.
It hasn't been too long since dinner.
I'm sure it would still come up.
I kick myself back to reality.
I know it's not worth it.
Still, my mind continues to wander
To dark and ugly places
And I wonder why I can't just be "normal"
And enjoy Thanksgiving dinner
Like everyone else.
11/22/01
Thanksgiving 2001

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