On December


and its the passing of time and Christmas cards on the fridge

and the way the faces shift and old memories scratching against new ones, jostling for their turn

and the vinyl gets bumped

and you walk the garbage to the curb

and inhale the cold stars and cry into nothing about everything

Vessel on this sea

Let it be

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