and she told me what she does every christmas
When she's sad, she writes in a journal
When she's mad, she writes poetry
Fireplace, day after christmas,
burns them all, sips a glass of chardonnay
Another one gone, leaving no trace
And she wonders why her friends had to leave
Tells herself there is a difference
Between forever and indefinitely (definitely)
Then she takes off my sunglasses
Hands them back, says they look good on me
shades
KCC,
BROOKLYN
June
1996
