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.