Fast forward to the
next holiday in the stores.
Retail at light speed.
Christmas future
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Fast forward to the
next holiday in the stores.
Retail at light speed.
How can one person
be so excited about
an extra hour’s sleep?
My daughter asks why
I hate Paul Tibbets. He was
just doing his job.
Every year they say
they’re too old, but hit the streets
for that sugar fix.
I answer the door.
Offer kids cooked broccoli
They demand candy.
Moving furniture,
the Bermuda Triangle
is under the couch.
We have never met.
And yet, reading this, you know
who I really am.
Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Organization
my goal. Utter chaos my
sad reality.
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.