2022.01.17
Christmas lights remaining
as the groundhog’s shadow nears
and the bitter vortexes
choke and freeze
and whip telephone wires
and interlaced tree branches
and send a sound like flapping sails
as we forget to mourn
our only American saint
and forego alcohol
in a temperate new year abstinence
and the entrails of
holiday milk chocolate
pile high inside our tummy rotting
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