Too dash, who dash
December 11, 2013
The Cry of Mary
December 18, 2013

In Christmas, there is
alone-ness good as Godliness:
old photos crisping on an
open fire, feet crooked at the stove;
I smell the Yuleside, craning to
a gin and story in someone else’s
Rockwell room—and if it isn’t
alright that I’m a doubting T-bag,
well—it’s Monday, too, across
the rail yard.

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