pre-Christmas visions:
sugar plums dance with gifts that
have yet to arrive.

ain’t afraid of hurt;
I’ve had so much it seems like
normal to me now.

why is it you feel
jilted when you’re the one who’s
done the rejecting?

the scowl you wear is
destined to cement itself
on your countenance.

can it really be
that winter is still two days
off in the distance?

conveyors rolling,
packages moving in mass;
my, how sleighs have changed!

most people know what
it’s like to be forgotten,
yet many forget.