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Dashing through the snow
in a one-horse open sleigh…
OK, so I am actually
dashing through the sun
in a 300 horsepower BMW,
but I am still wishing you
all the best and all the brightest
this Christmas
from right here in Arizona xo.
The severed heads
of roosters
littered the drive,
the yard.
We walked round them
unsure of what we’d missed—
some comic scene unfolding,
a drama
with cello music playing,
Hitchcock
standing
in silhouette.
I suppose I should
never have been
fooled,
but what did I know
of gallows?
There was fading light
in the lamps, and I was
distracted by
the pleasure
of softening together
like butter in the pan.
Really,
what did I know
of hatchets
in the shed
still warm with blood,
holding your hand
like a miracle
trying to avoid
the inevitable
slaughter at dawn?