Sunday, December 11, 2022

it's christmas

i shower in the dim
so that i can sink in-
to myself.

the party last night,
no one could know
the neon picture show,
circling skulls,
i saw on ecstacy,
twelve years ago-
when i closed
my eyes.

and if the sullen
and waif and wide-eyed
trophy housewife
can feel love,
perhaps so can i.

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