I planned so far ahead this year
With all the trimmed trees and stuffed stockings, one would think I had transported into the Ghosts Of Christmas Futureville,
But this morning arrived and the train to 1987 was calling for passengers to show their tickets and take their seats.
I, of course, am A44. A window seat, because I pretend I watch the scenery.
I looked for you, listened for your voice, but we were seated so far away from one another that I could no longer even see your tattoos and I was alone in a cold and dark basement.
I heard that water running and knew the place.
I’ve been there. I know his face.
The water running through my hair is like icicles and I thought “I’ve been here for years”, and I realize that I truly never left the place.
I become everything I am terrified of, because the night doesn’t fear the night.
The snake doesn’t fear the snake.
I simply slithered into the back of the clock and moved the dial forward….
It’s Christmas again.