Thanksgiving Day
Mother is rushing and cooking and cleaning
Today
I just want to run away
Television blares beery sports
Fat relatives cluck in my face
Stinks of oppressive food
come from the cramped kitchen
Today
I only want to escape
The heat of exhaustion and togetherness
Collects in the tiny house
I must get away

Yes. Autobiographical. They all are. This suite was written when I was 17, in 1987, just a few months away from going to college. However, the situation described in this part happened every single year.