christmas in america or what i do not miss about it – poem
She is drained. A shadow self. Empty headed, or perhaps too full. A distraction of jingles catches her unawares. Discordant bells and pleas for generosity. Unheeded. Louder still and always clarion calls for more, more, more. Needs be done. Reservoirs depleted. She gives in to the frenzy. And, finally, she consumes the fruitcake of her […]
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