sit down for dinner with my
happy happy family
my mother is surprised
i came out of my room
they ignore the giant bleeding hole
in my chest
but i can see their discomfort
they all put their hands together
and they bless this food
(when they should be praying
for this "God" to help us)
my step-father shoots me a glare
when he sees my hands are apart
and both of my middle fingers
are pointed up at God
i don't even take a bite before
i feel the elephant in the room
pushing me back to the comfort
of isolation