(my thirty poems in thirty days fundraiser poem)
My housemate announces-
she who used to be he-
and in another version of life
and perhaps still is,
in some parallel universe
beyond our vision,
will not help eat the Pumpkin pie
I planned to order
in an attempt to bring just a bit of tradition
to out very non-traditional household
come Turkey day.
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