We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Oh Christmas tree
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We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
On weigh-in day I’d
inhale helium if it
would make me lighter.
Why this ache, an itch
no hand can scratch, a splinter
no tweezer can pull?
A blowtorch melting
a block of ice from within,
pain made transparent.
Like a cracked eggshell,
once broken it cannot be
redeemed nor reforged.
Heavy blanket weighs
you down, yet cocoons you. Why
bother to crawl out?
Canned pumpkin sold out.
Damned overachievers! I’m
a “last-minute” type.