The Suburban
When the money ran out daddy blamed the system. Mommy retreated to the kitchen and quilted together a last meal out of whichever edible scraps were left. G-ma and G-pa, as soon as they hear the news, are on a plane back from France. G-ma texts mommy— it’s time for you to make a choice. Daddy grabs the phone and replies— baguette, no butter. G-pa is bringing me another book about Omaha Beach. Daddy sees it and prepares a speech he’ll never actually deliver. I watch his shadow gesticulating against his bedroom wall. Daddy is always at his best when he thinks he’s all alone. If I clap, it ruins it. If I don’t, something else is ruined.
8/10/25
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