For Mom

We sit around the oversize oak-veneer table
at the corporate franchise theme restaurant steakhouse
in Western Hills Plaza.
Ersatz adverts for fake Australian shit
loom ubiquitous-like.
Bored suburbanites munching.
"I think your sister's boyfriend is a drug dealer" she tells me.
"No Mom. He's not. I know for a fact."
I know my sister's drug dealer pretty well actually,
although I do not mention this.
She tells me how she used to sell pot with my uncle
when she was my age.
I am unsurprised.
"The problem with drugs" she says
"is that they fry your brain. And
if you fry your brain really young...
...well its just not good."
Then she proceeds to tell me
with all sincerity
how during world war two
the Nazis tunneled under Antarctica
and snuck into the second earth
inside of this earth
(which you can get to from there,
via an interdimensional portal)
where they hid their Nazi secrets
about how to control the universe.
Yes
I think
all of this is true.
I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.