The turkey on my shirt
To Duran and, J.D my sons.
I was in my twenties and, raising my two sons
Duran and, J.D when the neighbor across the hall
from us at the old apartments told my sons to be quiet
they where making to much noise giggling like they often
did when playing.
I just stared at him ' The Lumberjack’ is what I called him since I never knew his real name
he was tall and, skinny, he drove me nuts always picking on me and, my kids.
He had fiery red hair and, a beard. He wore this black and, red plaid shirt.
He saw the turkey on my shirt he pointed and, laughed. My son Duran pointed
at him and, laughed saying your the turkey my momma is always talking about!
Why do you think she wears it for?
The neighbor shut his door in anger.
J.D his eyes all big, and round said, Momma I’m hungry
Turkey for Turkey!
