Charybdis, Moderne

My mother weaves
meats and fruits
from rolls of monies while
my brother builds trenches
for doves.

My little sisters
laugh soap bubbles
while the Other gnaws
giant bones
of dinosaurs

that are not even hers.

My uncle breaks communion
wafers into his tomato soup
and makes chains
of bookbinding glue.

My Father sells
- or gives away -
encyclopedias and
numbers and Words.

And says yes,
Beverly Hills is nice, and
yes, he’d like living
there ...

Only, not too much.

I take
after him,
you know.