BAISER
I wish
I could
tack mistletoe
up on
every door
of every
room and
Christmas would
last forever.
I STILL THINK ABOUT MY EX-
She is a kaleidoscope--
her heart's wings,
this burning estate in my chest
the size of a city,
the way she sails
into rooms,
I sleep, faithless,
without her.
I hope God doesn't sentence me
to one thousand years
without her.