I have no presents to wrap other than the ones I've already
given, no vision of Santa nor our stockings over the fireplace I do not have
15 days out from the holiday, I feel none of that I once did,
the murfs I gave the band and groupies, small presents I scrounged to get when I lacked
cash for anything large
no Korvettes
department store for purchase cheap records
for people who hated my choices of music
no large sign from a tree lot we bought because it's spelled
out the last name of our mutual friend and he desperate to ignore as it was
propped over his door
fleeing as if our gift was a stocking full of coal as
opposed to a mug full of Christmas cheer
these gifts already given and yet in my mind still perfect
as if we could do it all over again
as if we could even
for people who have since come to dislike us
she once saying she
didn't hate all men just some and looked at me
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