I’m overwhelmed
(but that’s nothing new)
only this time by
a strange desire to burst into laughter
half-delighted and half-hysterical
This holiday season,
December is a gift
and one I didn’t think I’d get.
Sweat, blood and tears, baby
Waking up soaked at 4 AM
and once or twice screaming
******* sticky red
my throat raw from the dig of my nails
Because I’ll feel better after I puke.
All that oh-so-dignified naked crying
because you know nothing says fighter
like slumped over in a ***** shower.
But here I am;
Happy New Year, me.