I’m trying.
Truly, I am.
2020 is just such a
motherfucker.
The tree is up, though it
took days and required assistance to decorate.
I actually hung a small
wreath on the door.
I decorated the front
porch with lights.
I made a list.
(I haven’t checked it
twice.)
I washed the Christmas
mugs and plates.
I lit the Advent candle.
I’m even bracing for the
second snowstorm of the season.
(The first one interrupted
Halloween.)
But, 2020.
Holy Hell.
As Christmas approaches, I
can’t hold back the anxiety of January.
Yes, the approaching January.
The reality that 2021 will
be a vapid continuation of this shit show.
Pretend – imagine –
believe.
Deny – deny – deny.
2020 is just such a
motherfucker.
Truly I am.
I’m trying.
