Overread at Table 3: Poem of the Day "Bonding"

The brother sits holding game console, shooting
shooting
shooting
God knows what human/animal/alien/zombie.  Headset microphone,
he speaks to other teenage boys (or men still acting
like teenage boys), while his sister

sits on the bed, laptop open,
watching season 1 of the Flash,

the new kitten, two days after a neutering,
lies stretched out against the pillow, lulled into half-sleep
by the painkillers.

Mom pops her read into the room, asks what they
are doing.

"Bonding," they tell her,
"We're bonding."






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