I’m grateful to know that there is one day a year
When a small percent of the world is allowed
Even encouraged to gorge themselves like a prized heifer,
While a larger percent of the world lulls themselves
Asleep to the wanting sounds of borborygmus.
I’m grateful that a large portion of that food
Migrates and settles in a nice landfill tucked away.
I suppose I should be grateful that much of it
Goes the journey intended and finds itself flushed down a toilet.
I’m grateful to be guilt tripped into sitting uncomfortably
In a room of people who love me, but don’t know me.
I especially enjoy the part where we all go around the room
And update these familiar strangers on the mundane details of our lives.
I’m grateful that somewhere in my ancestry
There was a man bold enough to leave his home,
Travel across the world and steal this one for me;
As if the original tenants weren’t using it to it’s potential.
I’m grateful that the end f this glorious occasion
Kicks off the most commercialized event of the year.
Thank goodness there are those insane enough to line up outside
The mall on Black Friday to get me something I probably don’t need.
Krystal Moore 