As we finish dressing the table, the room is dizzy with aromas
and the turkey teases with a golden, honey-like translucence.

Candles, nestled in poinsettia settings, provide a flickering, golden,
almost magical light that’s refracted in windows, crystal and white tablecloth.

I hear Leeza nearby, swinging the living room with laughter. Everyone is giddy from drink, mouth watering hunger and near impossible expectations.

I wish you all a safe, Happy, Thanksgiving.

it's Thanksgiving
and the only thing I'm thankful for
is the alcohol in my blood stream
suppressing my thoughts
and silencing my screams

it's Thanksgiving
and I wish I could be thankful
you're gone
but I'd really only ever be thankful
if you had never entered my life at all