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"I Saw Myself, December"
by Jeph Johnson
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...sometimes the twelve
days of Christmas start
on Friday the thirteenth...
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along the ground
wind-blown dead
stepping
branches down.
swirling
barren
blanket snow
I saw myself,
December
through the living
room
window.
the face
in my reflection;
a frown
downcast morose
despite a warm hearth
blazing red
still shivering
still inside
tearing through
gifts green and
red-ribbon
relations
opening up
gathered together
and I don't even believe in god
why am I looking outside?
through the shadow
in the window
they see me stare
and continue
christmas unaware
