Commercialism

When we untangled our possessions

into your things and my shit

you took the Christmas decorations

that you hated every year buying to put up for 35 days

the perpetual calendar blocks counting down to Christmas

the glitter reindeer door knocker that you often got caught in our bedroom door

the dollar store ornaments the cat would bat under the stove

Everything

In the muggy NYC heat, I couldn’t imagine a Christmas

where I would need any of those things

It isn’t Christmas without

a family

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