IN THE KITCHEN

Wayne was making a ham sandwich

when Mae set her sizable self at the table.
I’d like one, too, Mae said.

Why, sure baby.  We can eat and talk.

I don’t like to talk. It gives me stress-

you know I’m depressed. Family curse.

But hon, did you know our son got him a gun?

He told me. He can.  He’s a full-grown man.

That may be Mae, but it’s long been plain

our boy’s insane.

Why say that Wayne? Damn.  You drag me down.

Dwayne's just fine; he’s high-strung that's all.

Let him be and you’ll see
that he’ll be okay with that gun.

Same as anyone. Is my sandwich done?