Thursday, November 26, 2009

HOLIDAY MEMORIES #2

The house is too hot.
Oven-warmed.
My cheeks are flushed.
The sink is full of dishes.
My stomach sits heavy.
I feel fat and dull.
Outside,
The air is fresh,
Vast and cold.
The stars are clear.
I go for a walk,
And it all
Melts away
In the fresh
Beneath the moon.

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