[when you touch down upon this earth. little reindeers]



when you touch down upon this earth.    little reindeers
hoofing murderously at the gray slate roof:  I lie beneath
dearest father xmas:  will you bring me another 17 years

you gave me my first tin stars and my first tin wreath
warm socks tangerines and a sloppy midnight kiss
I left you tollhouse cookies.    you left me bloody briefs

lipodystrophy neurosthesia neutropnia mild psychosis
increased liver enzymes increased bilirubin and a sweater
don't get me wrong:  I like the sweater.    though it itches

but what's the use of being pretty if I won't get better?
bouncing me against your red woolies you whisper:  dear
boy:  unzip your enormous sack.    pull me quick into winter

     --D.A. Powell, Cocktails
     copyright D.A. Powell 2004.

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