the women were in the kitchen

M was stoned

she had been putting food on the table

before it was cooked

i was stoned

listening to my uncle out in his garage study

sitting among his collections of bottle openers

safety razors

plastic tabletop AM radios

checker sets


small bottles filled with purloined rocks and dirt

from different National Parks and Monuments

and other things too many and strange to mention

he had a stuffed file folder on his desk

documenting he said

the circumstances in which his father, my grandfather

had shot and killed a number of men

i did not find this unbelievable for grandfather

was a Texas transplant from Tennessee

and a dead shot

“hey!” someone hollered

“it’s thanksgiving, come and get it!”

for so it was

11/22/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott