A Quiet Evening – Naifu (Alex) Wang
Family Dinner
Layla Wood
Sitting silently around the scuffed wood
The food steams as grandma raises her fork
No one talks like a good family should
Till everyone digs in to their soft pork
Mom’s left the table, away from chaos
Everyone asks about brothers soccer
Uncle Tims getting mad at Uncle Tom
Grandmas eyeing me down like a stalker
I sit quietly and take it all in
Watching as they tear each other apart
Was this really how it had always been?
Blurs of color, sick piece of modern art
I hear a laugh from my baby cousin
She smiles at me and the light floods in