set the timer for thirty minutes
in the back of a frozen Chevrolet
rotate round Ohio hills
to Don and Betty’s Thanksgiving dinner
we knew we’d get to play pool if
we waited for the adults to finish
and after food and football
all the cousins could slip out for an
underaged smoke disguised as
wandering around in the woods
this is where girls could be honest
away from the parents and brothers
and find friendship and comfort
a few simple times each year
while everyone else was on the couch
snoring in a heap of cherry cobbler and mashed potatoes
my favorite part was hearing my father call
"GooBLEgoBBleGObblEgobblE" to bring us in
and then we’d get a plate or two to take home
which never really happened, as thirty minutes
is plenty of time to eat a hot plate of stuffing
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