christmas card,
or,
“I AM,” I SAID TO NO-ONE, “THERE”
It has grown too cold for deer; the ones around here have surely moved on, or else been devoured by the insatiable wolves of december. I fly down the roads recklessly, my uncapped hair screaming out into the night like a cat which has nearly lost its life. I will have to cut it soon.
Having all the day long felt the day escape me as a drink of wine held in cupped hands that now I find still manages to brush against my bloodstream hard enough to make me dance—I dance, malodorous and wild. The music being good tonight; my thoughts turn prosy and it does not even mind. I am happy for the small things. Tomorrow is another.
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