Santa Please Stop Here
written by: Catherine Lee
We were speaking
of transition
You asked, of my previous lover
“Was it difficult then to continue being friends?”
“No. . . but I was not in love with him.”
A simple answer, honest
suspended on phone cord like
a pristine Christmas ball
A beauty
You noticed
sputtered something about not knowing
as if it made a difference
Hours have passed
time enough for you
to consider and
conclude it was a brilliant
turn of phrase
a calculated parry
ploy to grab you
different balls
final silent remnant of a ritual
sorry as discarded balsam on a curb
with tattered tinsel garland
still attached
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