Memories sit at the head
of the table waiting for the
first knife cut to announce
the ritual has begun.
Never a family to worship fowl
they sacrifice appetite to traditional
and carve Thanksgiving into turkey leftovers.
Basted in what is expected they
mimic gratitude prayers, and internalize
their abhorrence of consuming
slivers of congealed cranberries.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
