Knock knock...Winter who?

Throw back beautiful wrapped appetizers of pig belly and yard bird livers,

Gobble through grizzly thick thigh skin,

Munch about mounds of fluffy cream mashers,

While gelatinous berry goo and pies of gourds greet greedy tongues.

Stupid stories we teach our young about Pilgrims and Indians show up on cardboard cutouts with brass pins at the movable joints.

Thanksgiving: a pleasant distraction on the way to another awful winter.

Many boxes and cans full of the past

We are, like babies, mostly eating, sleeping and purging with moments of cooperation to ensure that we can continue to eat, sleep and purge.
When the cooperation breaks down, we loose sleep, make bad food choices and get constipated.
Let's get along while we slumber and strip our food of it's usefulness and purge.