aside
about five hours to do her
Christmas cards.
with a pot of black coffee
and a pack of Virginia Slims
she'd get to it
using her favorite blue
ink cartridge pen.
waving us away,
demanding that we leave
her alone.
i'm doing Christmas cards,
she'd say.
suddenly on holy ground
where she couldn't
be reached.
go outside and play.
but it's three degrees out,
we'd tell her,
well then
put on your coat
and stop teasing your sister.
your mittens
are in the dryer.
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