postcard from arizona. again.
sometimes the Sugar Plum Fairy misses a step &
we're all left with that feeling that something's missing
among all the tinsel & gold-wrapped chocolates &
voices raised in prayer & song that ring hollow &
even the very air outside is empty. cold. tasting of metal &
all the thousand thousand words that slid & dipped & sank
never really saying what was meant. never really meaning
what was said.
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