dying for Chrtistmas
December 2, 2008
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
then
trimmed
sang to
then
toasted
now lies
in the gutter
her
hooks
and tinsel
riffling on the wind
wrestling with congruency
The tree we cut
and carried
into our home
the one
we shackled
then
trimmed
sang to
then
toasted
now lies
in the gutter
her
hooks
and tinsel
riffling on the wind
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