My grandfather tore his bread,
sloshed it around brown gravy,
bent over his plate,
but my grandmother buttered hers
with light, demure dabs,
and If I could find their graves,
I’d pour out red libations, feel
their bodies buried deep in mine.
Steve Klepetar has taught one of his granddaughters to do the Loco-Motion, though she insists that it is not easier than learning her ABCs.