we struck
a Christmas bargain–
one for me
and slew
for you–
rapped up
in repurposed compromise,
loops to spare
&
bow to back
–address labels deemed irrelevant
the glass hours
splintering holidays
into ticking shards
October-November-December
shards that weren’t present
to track dates
–that seemed relevant
(but weren’t)
unlike a kaleidoscope, and
resembling a mosaic not in the least.
we spooned under table
after takeout
full hearts less than kind,
snickering
in mirthless rhythm. . .
all agape
as drumming boy
after
drumming boy failed
banned audition.
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