Me and Grandpa eat Salisbury steak,
the neighboring mounds of
mashed potatoes
hold gravy in their
cratered tops.

We eat off TV trays in front of
The Wonderful World of Disney.

Grandma brings apple slices
baked with cinnamon and
brown sugar.
They rest in cream.

Afterwards, I wipe my chin
with my hand.
Grandpa tucks snoose
in his cheek
and Tinkerbell’s wand