November 26, 2009

christmas

by Justin Hyde

doubled
as my father's
birthday.

there was no
celebration.

he'd sit
end of the couch
one leg
over the other

countenance of
an owl pellet

as my sister
and i
opened our presents
in silence

my mother

doped up
on stolen
painkillers

trying to act
excited.

which just
made it
worse.

1 comments:

xTx said...

this fuckin killed me

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