After Thanksgiving

Yes, it’s true, my family has had its hand in the church’s food box a time or two–it’s true, love, it’s true.

Yes, it’s true, I live in this dilapidated trailer on a hill; these are my broken windows, my rusted doors, and my junked cars, too–it’s true, love, it’s true.

Yes, it’s true that I never took you home, love, because I didn’t want you to see where I live, and I never introduced you to my family, love, because I didn’t want you to know all the things that I’m trying to forgive.

Well, now that I have, love, now that you have seen all that there is to see, tell me, love, is it any kind of reflection of me?

Because I really need to know, love–is it any kind of reflection of me?

Copyright 2018 Jeff Suwak