ME: I’ve called you all here today to ask you something. BROTHER 1: [looking sideways at the door] BROTHER 2: Hmm. MOM: [smiling widely in that way that says she knows] DAD: [smiling widely in that way that says he doesn’t] ME: To be frank, I don’t think you all like each other very much. Is that true? MOM: [smile gets tighter, hand reaches towards phone] DAD: No, it’s not. [scratching side of head nervously] BROTHER 2: Hmm. BROTHER 1: You all bore me. ME: We know we do. MOM: [typing furiously] [silence punctuated by dog licking his leg] ME: So, now what? BROTHER 1: [rolling eyes slowly and obviously] What do you mean, now what? ME: Well, I mean where do we go from here? MOM: We don’t. We just stay here or nothing at all. BROTHER 2: Hmm. DAD: What else can we do? How do we know doing anything at all would be better? ME: I am tired of writing poems in my head about us. We have to do something. [silence punctuated by dog coughing] BROTHER 1: ******* and your poems. Do you want to hang out? MOM: I love you all but I can’t stand any of you. BROTHER 2: Can we be done now? ME: We’ll never be done. ALL: We’ll never be done. [dog sneezes]
i cannot post this on my poetry instagram bc my family might see it so have this… thing… idk