|holiday on skid row
Author: glimpses from an ivory tower PM
christmas no longer a holy day in your house, but a bitter reminder of all that you lack.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 89 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-19-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2452499
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holiday on skid row
you only knew the red nail-polish-deceit of your mother,
the chipped dreams she had re-gifted each christmas:
scrubbed of memory's cracked veneer,
then buffed and shined until they glistened tinsel-tied promises.
but such sparkles were a brief holiday from hunger,
ornamenting your austere existence for one day each year.
glittering baubles soon lay in poetic shards at the base
of your plastic evergreen, broken by her boyfriend's yuletide hangover
and the welfare man's fresh appearance at your door.