Friday, December 24, 2010

xmas eve, or ambrosia salad driving a bentley

i sleep in.
heavy curtains blocking
natural light help me sleep
much later than 
is necessary.

i read the first twenty pages
of a dostoevsky novel.

i take a shallow, mostly cold bath
and get ready to face my family.

at my grandma's
i drink four beers and egg nog
with rum in it.

my family talks about
how fucked up other relatives are.
fake pregnancies,
fake cancers,
fat lazy asses,
bar fights, aliases and
stolen identities—
my cousin and i agree
that we are glad we all
turned out 'alright.'

i go home and sulk on
my house's heated bathroom floors.
christmas eve feels like shit
but at least i am warm.

1 comment:

  1. Lexi, it's Kris (bachrodi)

    God. I've been so suicidal today... No family. No Allie. No chemicals to force myself to sleep. I hope xmas ends soon...