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Feb 2014
after the gifts are passed out
three remain
under the tree.

I wait for my mother to fall asleep,
for my father to carry her upstairs,
and for my brothers
to go outside
their fingers as horns
on the sides of their heads.

I open the gifts.

a stuffed squirrel, a nest with broken
bluish
egg, and a mitten’s
thumb.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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