Digger's Thanksgiving

daniels 113 Jim Daniels Digger's Thanksgiving You invite your parents over because your mother can't do turkeys anymore. Your mother asks you if you're still at Ford's three times in ten minutes. Your father talks on and on about the football game on TV. Your son hides in his room. During dinner your mother repeats "everything is so delicious, so delicious," over and over. You're hungover and barely touch your plate. They leave after pie to get home by dark. As your mother steps out the door "everything is so delicious" she falls and breaks an ankle. In the hospital waiting room you think of your parents still living in the city though they've both been mugged. You want them to move to the suburbs but they refuse to budge. They're like tiredflies, you think they barely move at all. Just waiting for someone to kill them. You try to think of something you could do. You think of putting them in a home. You remember as a child pulling the wings off of flies: so delicious, so delicious. ...