Every Thanksgiving,
My mother always brings
The goddamn
Cranberry sauce.
You see,
We have an enormous
Extended family,
So naturally, we have
A potluck Thanksgiving.
Our spread is naturally
Glorious, two turkeys, even,
Along with lots of Korean food,
Kimchi, mandoo, and
The sad plate
Of cranberry sauce,
Sliced with the rings
Perfectly intact.
Yet somehow
The entire plate
Always gets devoured.
I secretly think
The cranberry sauce
Is there to remind us
To be thankful
Of all the other delicious food,
And goddammit,
I always eat some
Just to remember
How much
I hate it.
D.H. Lee
(via Vilseskogen)