girl.
no turkey in the oven.
no wreathe
on the door.
no pie
on the sill cooling.
she's been there,
done all of it before, but
she's finished now.
she can't be bothered
with
family or friends,
the barking
dogs, the children.
the gathering of people.
she's not a holiday girl.
no red dress
today.
or green, no masquerade
of happy.
no left overs, or dishes
to wash.
no pots and pans left
in the sink.
no foil to wrap and send
things away.
she'd
rather be
alone, with celery in hand.
the remote
in the other,
binging on
what she can find on
tv land.
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