Pig Meat

Family dinners are unique, and this is my family's version of one. Enjoy :)

Dinner's ready!

My mother's voice rings with annoyance now

She wants us down there,

 at the dinner table,

Now. 

I poke my sister.

Nothing.

Of course,

She's wearing earphones, the latest song on Spotify pumps into her ears

The music is a mesmerizing treat to her ear

Dazzling, romantic- One Direction

No wonder.

Three seats are taken already

My parents, my little sister

My mother's eyes blaze like wild fire.

This is not what she wants

There's a barrier and we all feel it

Thick and stubborn, unmoving

It will fall sometime

When my sister stops keeping to herself

When I stop keeping to myself

Until then.

It is pig meat.

I could smell the sauce

Rich with garlic and love

"What's in the food" we ask

Poking it with our pork

My mother answers simply

"Love".

Yet the meat is tasteless,

Dry and sour to my biased tongue

I wolf it down to get it over with

I'm ashamed of myself.

This is the modern age

Where children don't talk to their parents

We all put up barriers

My sister's is One Direction

Or her phone.

Samsung is low quality, she said.

Mine is my mind

I get lost

But love prevails through all,

Including annoying adolescents.

Someday pig meat will not taste so bad.

Someday.

Author's Note

By the way, I know that pig meat is pork. I simply called it pig meat for a depreciative effect. Artist's liberty, I guess.