Monday, September 24, 2018


sling the season across your back
like the pack of a peddler
give away what you cannot possibly give
but believe in it anyways

present giver, in and out at all hours
sneaking sweets, judgment bringer

the suit we’ve been prepping for all year
now flaming red with embarrassment, laughter
tears, anger

so much to fit in this thin skating day

so much to do before midnight
this longest night of the heart
brown and tufted, pumping

flying somewhere under the heavens
no star yet visible
in the darkness

Originally published by Sediments Literary Arts Journal