My days are spent among
Triggers and Fragments
Mirror shards glued to a wooden frame
with a faux metal placard  proclaiming Faith!
You must have it.

My nights are strewn confetti and black lace pinafores
shoved into the crack at the door
but the party is still bumping, a broken record singing
Have yourself... Have yourself...
A merry little Christmas.

My mornings are shattered by the call to begin again
again again again
Scratch the frost from the windshield, turn the key, close the door,
That same song is playing- this time on the radio-
Left turn signal blinking like Triggers and Fragments,
Have yourself
A merry little
Christmas
now.