Bah
Winter white blank
page
Dimmed, if not dead,
holiday lights
Senses attacked
By burnt-crumb
flatus from the toaster
Feeling not much of
a poetess
In fat plaid black
with metallic strands
Old celery green
fleece
And pillow flattened
hair
On just one side
And all I see
Are these mirrored
kohl circles
Begging for festive
words
©Expressions
by Christine 12.11.16
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