both our families after gathering
with my grandmother's heirloom antler-handled carving knife
they were under her grand chandelier
have shared holiday dinner
but it was your father that was holding the knife
i begged you not to make me tell ya
i told you that you didn't want to know
what went on in my horrible dream
i was peering in through the picture window
it was a heart-warming tableau
like a norman rockwell painting
i was making noises in my sleep
but you wouldn't believe me when i told ya
that i wasn't with someone in my dream
catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink