Angels Tossed Last Christmas

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Angels Tossed Last Christmas

                                                                        
I zipped away on Bumpy Snow Road forever leaving behind a ruthless seam ripper to my soul. One I often defended, both to myself and anyone else who mattered, keeping offspring secrets from her peachy ears, to protect her from fainting. I tossed the cheap plastic idols she gave me (shaped from prisms, as cherubs). Rolled my eyes, unstuck my frozen window, pitching them hard into a snowbank on the left side of Perilous Road. Several trees swatted by as I waited for a clearing, finding a berm covered high in a plow's rubble and fluff.

I whipped them separately, the fat one with a bendable halo first, then the simpler one that hung from a loop made of golden thread. I worried at first she might somehow see them on her way to market the next day, imagined what she would think, then I realized the impossibility of crystal found among a gazillion diamonds. I was sad at the thought of Spring thaw, if her own tires might bury them, castaway, in ruts of thickened mud, the same way she buried me.





                                                                               





Angels Tossed Last Christmas


I zipped away on Bumpy Snow Road forever leaving behind someone who hurt my soul, a person I often defended to myself and others, keeping painful family secrets from her, to protect her from fainting. I tossed away the cheap plastic idols she gave me that day (shaped as crystal cherubs). Rolled my eyes and window down all the way and pitched them hard into a snowbank on the left side of Perilous Road, the road I took that day to meet her. I worried at first she might somehow see them on her way to market the next day, but decided not to care, as I wondered about Spring thaw, if her own tires would bury them in ruts of thickened mud, the same way she buried me.



Tossed at Christmas


I zipped away 
on Bumpy Snow Road
forever leaving behind
someone who hurt my soul;

a person 
I often defended
to myself and others,
keeping painful family secrets,
to protect her from fainting.

I tossed away the cheap plastic idols 
she gave me (shaped as cherubs)
hard into a snowbank
on the side of Perilous Road,
racing miles away
from her living.

I have often wondered
if in the thaw
her own tires buried them
in ruts of thickened mud,

the same way
she buried me.






ORIGINAL

Sometime Last Christmas


I zipped away 
on Bumpy Snow Road
forever leaving behind
someone who hurt my soul;

once love 
I had defended,
kept family secrets,
protected her
from fainting.

I tossed away
the cheap plastic crystal idols 
she gave me (shaped as angels)
hard into a snowbank
on the side of the road,
as I raced a mile away
from her living.

I wondered if in the thaw
her own tires
would bury them
in thick mud,

the same way
she buried me.