eggnog drunk and bleeding from my thumb
on Christmas Eve
I was not sure how to hold
people’s clenched fists
and tight throats
it had something to do
with relaxing the criss crossed
straps of muscle in my back
and untying the ribbon
around my neck
the dog that bit me was scared
and I took the wounding off the cuff
shook it away like water on a beast
just out of the lake
leaving hoof prints in a vibrational arc
I let my mom buy me Neosporin
and I gripped a bag of ice
we watched the Jeff Buckley documentary
which ends with “it’s very special to me that you are a person that a child came from…anybody can be famous Mary
but it takes a real spirit hear me it takes a real spirit to raise a
kid. I love you. I love you! i love you I love you!
I love you. I love you.”
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