The turkey’s all done
my love is in the kitchen
making pies and deviled eggs
preparing the dressing
Alice’ Restaurant Massacre ringing
the dogs laid out in a post-breakfast nap
the family feast is set for later
all love and unarticulated anger
(which is the same thing)
and we find our stumbling way
towards gratitude, imagining
the burning world  is a hearth
that everyone is safe and warm
their feet under a friendly table.