mumiza

sunday lunch

childhood memories
crashing cutlery laughing teasing
please only one brussel sprout
elbows off the table

now silence crackles
hammering heart
confusion bewilderment
tenterhooks

boys downcast
sunday lunch reinvented as a trial
I gather myself in the tautness
speaking too brightly

no one is fooled
except maybe my youngest
our conversation bounces brittlely
covert cautious looks exchanged

He leaves
We breathe