Brandy,
has been her
drink of choice
for as long as I can recall.
It is again tonight.
And as she scolds me, for my
ungratefulness,
she pours another glass.
I made her feel terrible,
about walking through the living room,
with a spoonful of hot chili.
It was ridiculous,
but she couldn't tell.
So I'll sip my wine upstairs,
and hope that my mom doesn't leave.