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{dear santa} laura lehew a haibun Let me explain— The shimmy down chimneys, crumbled cookies, sooty boot prints, blush-red lipstick stains. I took your words and believed everything. Disinformation is worse than no information. You are the landscape of winter. Days of nights. I’m hiding in your skin. A lover facing the wrong way. Bending the truth so far it snaps. Naughty. Nice. I wish you’d left me a better memory, you’re the only thing I want. Now that you are bones. deepening drifts in the winter sunset —dreams |
