Divorce Dinner Blues – Forrest Yerman

Dad fried catfish
while Lightnin’
struck young
ears and hush
puppies out of a
cast iron skillet

Mom made
I don’t know what
every other
blue week
On the stove of

that weeping week
with dad
we fried blues,
jazz, catfish,
hushpuppies,
and always
something green

while Fats Waller
hollered out
“Somebody shoot me
while I’m happy.”