Xanax for Xmas
I’m dreaming of suggesting
in the strongest possible terms
that a white Christmas
get lost
Is tenderness legal
tender? As a child
I didn’t know everybody
was hurt
Tree branches and blood
vessels glisten with gifts
never opened
I’m scheming with
a brain stuck
on merry and bright
The meds kick in
like sleigh bells
packed with mud
Loneliness is my favorite
window to watch the snow from
the luxury of hell
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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in Pudding, Slipstream, ZeroCity, and many other publications. His chapbooks include Heimlich The Donut [Pudding House], Grace, You Let the Screen Door Slam [Crisis Chronicles] and, most recently, Chaos Theory [NightBallet].
“Xanax for Xmas“ © 2015 by William Merricle, used with permission
“Xanax for Xmas“ © 2015 by William Merricle, used with permission
So like this! Something about a window called loneliness to watch snow from while scheming with merry and bright says it all….
Well done. I felt this piece very much. I should write Klonopin for civil coping mechanisms…