new england christmases
the covers of butter cookies tins are lying to you
they are cold, and even if you are a lucky fucker with a car
you still have to scrape off snow and wait for cold to grow
out of cyllinders
new england christmases
they are cold and mean and loud people yell at you
to slow down or go faster, no matter what you do
and whatever you do, it isn't enough
you're broke and you're only getting broker
buying wool socks or tires
and nothing at the mall says i love you
and you know it and you don't give a shit
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