Thanksgiving

That last supper

only Jesus was excused—

How unfortunate

that the smell

was mixed

with pizza on my right

and turkey on my left

(Vegetarian sinners)

Jesus would have walked out

and he did, in a way

How disappointing

that he didn’t wait

for this apocalypse

What a shame

that my last days are

the antithesis of

these movies I’m watching

on the family channels

It’s funny how

the phone cried

right in the middle of dinner

And I blinked once, for no

And she blinked twice, for

Fuck you.

I could laugh about

how communication

is taking away

all the communication

that we have left.

COPYRIGHT 2007 CARRIE-LYNNE DAVIS