She threw out her famous one-liner
at the Elks' picnic last August:
"my father's mother is my sister's
brother and don't you say 'nothing
'bout it!"
We quickly asked for seconds
of the too-mayonnaisy lukewarm
potato salad, clutched our recycled
plastic forks and looked down
at cheap watches through dew-like beads
of sweat and the grandkids' cries
like blazing sirens or raucous biting
ants storming across acres of brown grass.
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