There’s something evil
in the air tonight:
The neighborhood
struggles
I twitch with the
anxieties of thousands off to holiday
With a time of
consuming comes purging, too
Old deeds, new guilts,
past secrets
The snaggle-toothed
monsters we wished to keep silent come straggling
to the surface
Living in lack, fired
in mire
They tell us to reach
out to our kin during this time, because normally
it is the time of death
And of control.
Maybe even of slavery.
Your transgressions
will not be forgiven.
11/26/13
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