suspicious puddles
underneath the christmas tree
oh, you naughty cat!
across the street there
are policemen with guns drawn
they come at harvest
dark grey sky hangs low
cars line up, waiting. their wipers
flail like antennae
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I could write more, but I am being drawn to christmas crafting instead of writing right now. I’m spending my evenings hibernating on the couch with my knitting and episodes of Battlestar Galactica.
Winter is cold and dark and wet but it feels good to stay inside on a cold night.

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