ELLEN CREGAN #1: December

Artwork by Joseph Lynch
Artwork by Joseph Lynch

in snow and

pebble beaches

 

your tent zip has rusted

in rain, frozen shut

 

enveloped you in

scumpy firepit numb feet stink.

 

meanwhile, I read molly bloom’s

monologue over

 

seven times to

make it stick

 

peel bedding back

like the skins of grapes

 

with dreams of boxing day

bubble and squeak

 

a frosted countryside

to blend into I

 

dodge mayonnaise

potato salad sweat

 

ferment to the squeal

of a ceiling fan.