Least Favorite

For National Poetry Month

At dinner each night,
we go around the table:
most favorite.
least favorite.
I went first:
least favorite, a shattered cell phone.

As we went around the table,
the answer was the same:
the phone, the phone, the phone.

It’s a sign of love
when loved ones
share your least favorite.
And it’s a good day
when your children’s only complaint
is a thing that fractured
with a crunch
but is fixable,
cured by UPS
and its standard two-day delivery.

4 thoughts on “Least Favorite

      1. MaryAnn

        And we forget it sometimes. Or intentionally jettison it when a good conversation is brewing, or they’re not in the space for it.


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