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Sometimes you stand in the center of the room,

Eyes fixed to your feet

As I shiver beneath my sheets

And count backwards from one hundred,

Repeat.

Repeat.



Sometimes I am not alone

Though you’re not there

Sometimes I dance,

Eyes closed,

And you sing over my shoulder

The way Mom and I do while making sauce.



Sometimes I think

You are crazy.

You never think about me when I’m out of my mind.

I cry and you are somewhere.

You kept watch over me with

The shaman’s hidden upside down face

That I could not find for years.

Invisible, but I prayed for you this Christmas.