a not-so-special tree sat on that not-so-special floor inside our trailer.
maybe, driving by mumbling to themselves, most would call the scene forgettable, I suppose They might think it ******, but
that not-so-special tree meant everything to me, meant waking up late, meant snowmen and might mean sweets, foil-wrapped chocolate from the belly of our wooden rudolph. She hung him high. He hurried home with kerosene for the heater.
something was for dinnerβ fuzzy memory: folding t.v. tray in front of the boxβ
I remember melting kisses carefully with the kerosene