Cold ham on the table. Its Wednesday night. He got in just a little late. 5:35. She doesn’t say where have you been? She doesn’t notice the time. How was your day is the only thing shell say. Because shes trained. You see, in the south and oh don’t I know this will be an argument, “Oklahoma ain’t the south, it’s the Midwest!” I don’t want to argue about where Oklahoma is geographically located. The south is a place beyond the Mississippi river or the Ozarks. The south is getting beat for not lying and screamed at for not smiling. Nothing, a warm afternoon on the front porch wont fix. Well the ham might be cold but not as cold as the iced tea that I waited to make until I heard the car door slam. Placed on the table by his plate, it sits and waits. Now here am i. skin and bone, a kerosene lit by hate inside my eyes waiting to eat not much but some so maybe one day ill be as thin as my mother. But how can I ever be as thin as my mother when all she eats is a glass of carrot and apple juice every day at 4. 11 years old but I cant fit that xsmall dress that dad bought mom for their anniversary at the central mall. Maybe because im a B cup, almost a c cup. Mom gets jealous of all of me except my thighs.