Wild Turkey

Mike and the boys drop by so we sit up all night knockin back shots, tellin jokes and countin all the times we got our hearts broke. Old Bob tries to sing along with Johnny Cash but his dentures keep slippin and when we crack up he gets mad and stomps out the door.

It’s getting pretty ripe in here and our eyes are waterin or maybe it’s the old songs and all the stories of when we was kids and had a future or maybe it’s just them onions Mable chopped and fried with the hash browns.

Sam keeps getting sick. I walk him outside so he don’t mess up the rug and then Mike shows us his new Chevy crew cab and says we should go cruisin. We all hop in and that’s the last thing I remember.

     after the fist fight
     eating ripe peaches
     on the back porch

Contemporary Haibun Online, 21.1, Mar 2025