The Day After (Thanksgiving)

What remains after our meal

we sat together as many as could fit I wish there was a way

for everyone even the woman I don’t like down the street

who said  once Can’t You EVER do anything

about  that hair she pointed as though

I needed  visual explanation

I wish everyone could come over

one year Bob Ebers brought his friend from Marseille

to Thanksgiving No One Likes Him Bob said in advance

his friend went home with a woman named Catherine

who knows what happened last night a clear night

of turkey, good intentions, last night

we gave thanks for nights just like these.