My family is a little dysfunctional.
My father sits quietly in his office
and reads the news online until
someone makes his blood boil while
my mother hustles around the kitchen
in an attempt to throw together
a mess of food the five of us
can enjoy without complaining while
my brother screams and throws fits
and generally sits on his ass
and stares at the moving pictures
on any given screen while
my sister makes weird faces at the
family dog and scrambles about
to get her homework finished
at a reasonable hour while
I watch this all happen
from the TV screen, staring at my
computer screen far too
many hours away as that feeling
grows in the pit of my unsettled stomach
that I long for the times
I lived at home.