Enough

Enough

My mom tells me to put out
plates for our guest. Places
everyone! I know --- isn't there,
but I set their plate anyway.
The bell rings to a tune:
Shave & a haircut...
--- might have answered.

We're having pork-chops
and applesauce, but we're not
The Brady Bunch. Mom dies
laughing at her guest. I
see eyeliner covering both
their eyes. Seeing my meal,
my mom quietly yells
You haven't even eaten
two bits!

--- laughs next to me.
We're sent to our room.
--- tells me it was easy
enough. --- tells me
I had it once,
but I've lost it.