Fuck You, Grandma

Fuck you, Grandma
and your goddamned trees
which are shaped any number of ways
and just straight up
like you claimed down in Carolina
that one time.

I cannot believe
this is still a sticking point
all these years later
but you never could admit
that not all trees are like bamboos.
Why couldn’t you accept the possibility of error,
you frigging old bag?

You just had to be right.
You had to argue the point
down to the fucking nub
and sabotage what little time we had that summer
and every other after.
Fuck it, Grandma
and fuck you
for being so obstinate.

Tell me
if you can
why couldn’t you let me win
even fucking once?

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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