because its funny.

dinner fight machine.






dad cooks glass sweats

I cut summer strawberries that’s all

I’ve never watched him do it

those steaks peppered them with black eggs

mom sets table lace runner

ocean crushed plates cedar and lime

we sit and wait for platter of meat

he forks one drops on brothers plate like continent

crashing from sky like sasquatch footprint

mom instinctively says, “ that’s just sick”

brother gets skinny dad’s face sours

eyes shrink like dried fruit

says “ it’s what?” she’s sorry

but he is already embarrassed and mean

brother tiny holds right head with three fingers.