Friday, December 25, 2009

day 158: Christmas

i am woken up to the sound of coffee grinding
this is typical for 845 in my home
there are people drugging themselves awake into happiness
its christmas
and i still have sisters who believe in its magic
i have too much resentment dug under my skin
santa claus doesnt have the tools to give me what i want
there is nothing more to enjoy about this holiday except the way it brings people together
but not even santa claus or jesus and move boston closer to this shore
my wish this year
was to be able to hold her through the night christmas eve
its unfortunate she is not here she holds my christmas cheer
and i miss her

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