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Happy Holidays (What the fuck kind of thing is that to say?)

You dropped me with two little words. Happy Holidays. What the fuck kind of thing is that to say? I love my men instantaneously.

And am always surprised when the two of us, “us,” combust spontaneously internally how could this happen to me how could he/you not love me why am I powerless to stop myself or him or you.

 

It’s not meant to be a dig I’m sure

It just does

Deep down

Disrupting fragile roots

Severing some, severely damaging others

Nonessentials are left unharmed

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  1. poeticgrin Avatar
    poeticgrin

    The word dig has a gutteral harshness to it.

    The images of spontaneously combusting is so spot on here…

    Happy Holidays turned into a kiss off – a slight – a Dear John letter – a fuck you, if you will. A cold “Happy Holidays” four days or so before the Holiday itself – implying I don’t expect to talk to you between then and now.

    Eyes narrowed.

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