Four Aunts


Nana doesn't say much
She's soaking kidney beans
and looking out for trouble

Cindy slides under the stairs
to read between the lines

Papa sits with his plate of lies
and sops them up
with stale white bread

The mildly religious
yet deeply sarcastic
yellow cat
stares out the parlor window
Plotting his revenge
Planning his escape

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