let me see what i can conjure while you call
around to find out about the cake of december -
it cost all our money but it is really heavy
(though there ain't any for my brother)
the fruity nuts sip cognac
suffused into crystal cherries and drenched
in a brown bed of
off-sweet
happy bitter
bluesy alcohol
that makes us rejoice and laugh
too loudly (you know, that cake brings me joy)
it opens my eye like a canal for the birth
and i can watch the shepherds watch their flocks
watch the star of david behind my back while
i cry and they drool
so.
could you please deliver us
from this fruit cake. and
aleppo,
from us?
seasofme191216
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