Snapshots- December 2019

Snapshot 1 of 15 in a decade long review

Photo by Tim Gouw on Unsplash

Every molecule of my body aches as it’s draped

over the couch- the legs folded up

to save space.

9 days until Christmas Eve, and

instead of mixing

and eating half the cookie dough,

I’m struggling

to remember small details of the last

metal concert

of the decade.

I’m remembering kissing horns with Martin,

telling him I love him: my mind is in three directions.

Torn between confusion: what is reality and

what is fiction as the fever starts to break my body in half.

Presents are unwrapped, still at the store.

This heart longs for what is not on sale:

• Bonfires
• rides through the neighborhood lights
• calling commentary with friends during a WWE PPV,
• photos of a 7 pd Chi mix with Santa
• realizing his hand fits mine like a lace glove- no stretch.

So the lights won’t get hung this year.

The charge cards will stay uncharged- everything we

need, we have already if only we

have eyes to see it.