at the grown ups’ table
the adults compare incomes through
cleverly disguised
vacation stories

at the grown ups’ table
they lace the expensive wine with traces
of spanish inquisition

at the grown ups’ table
everyone is wearing
fresh-pressed suits and pretty dresses above
the table but underneath
the table they sharpen their
knives with the steely edges of their
manicured claws

at the grown ups’ table
everyone makes a specific point
to compliment someone’s meat loaf
casserole, to play
advocate to someone’s ambrosia salad
while carefully ignoring someone’s
homemade raspberry vinaigrette

at the grown ups’ table
someone isn’t mentioning to someone else
that there is a tiny dated speck of political agenda
stuck between someone’s
grinded white teeth

at the grown ups’ table
there is assigned seating and you will be
tested on your acquired knowledge of
chilled salad fork,
soup spoon,
and when you toast
how appropriately you bang
your obnoxious knife against your
crystal wine glass (ideal for
riesling, just a sin to use for
cabernet sauvignon)

at the grown ups’ table
someone is offering to take your plate for you
so they can plot your social murder in the trenches
of the granite countertops of their
catalog kitchen

at the grown ups’ table
dessert means coffee and coffee means
conversation and conversation
means mental minesweeper; psychological warfare
over a lovely blitz torte served on the
second finest china in

at the kids’ table
everyone is playing with each other’s food
squished together at the colorful plastic table
and laughing at each other’s



Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

41 thoughts on “THE KIDS’ TABLE”

  1. Point of the story; never lose your inner child? Well, that’s the point I decided to take from your story. And I liked it. The point (even if it wasn’t really there for the taking) and the story. Kudos.

  2. I really admire your poetry. The way you smash so many topics together and present them as one jumbled entree is amazing! I’ve been reading quite a bit of your work and I’m really impressed. Keep up the good work :-D.

  3. Nice. I’m jumping up onto the grown-up’s table, mooning my hairy arse about and stamping in the fois-gras darling 😈
    Thanks for the follow πŸ™‚

  4. Brice – thank you for following my blog. I am honored to have you as a follower. I checked out your profile and it led me to beautiful poetry by you. I am hooked! You definitely speak the truth. I can tell you are an avid observer of people, as am I. Thanks!

  5. Poignant. Brutal. True.

    Thanks for the follow! I look forward to reading more of your work as I follow along with you as well!

    Savannah Jual

  6. When I was little child I loved being at the kid’s table. Adults probably felt it was a practical way of confinement but they had no idea how special our kids world was and in this world we were much wiser and happier than they were. Matter of fact, at 63, I prefer the kids table.

    1. I was the oldest grandkid and the first one to “graduate” to the adult table. I still try to sneak back to the kids’ table as often as possible. πŸ™‚ Thanks again for reading.

  7. “…crystal wine glass (ideal for
    riesling, just a sin to use for
    cabernet sauvignon)”

    Stunning. This poem is the best thing I’ve read in a very, very long time. Your imagery is outstanding. Made my chest heavy.

    Thank you for the follow. I was delighted to see the message in my inbox, and as soon as I read “Ginsberg” as an influence in your profile, I was hooked. I see a touch him in your writing. Well, well done.

    It Does Art

  8. Seems true when I go out with some friends.
    Though some friends aren’t like that.
    I was laughed at the way I reacted to things. I just don’t know why.
    And thank you for following my blog. πŸ˜€

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