Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Nativity

you are the bravest thing

to ever fall down these

hardwood stairs.

you asked me

to spot you

and your weak ankles,

but I couldn’t help

looking away--

towards the red

warnings about snow

that flashed from

the television.

I want to bury

everything. You

want to unearth

it all. It’s falling now.

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