I wanted the nog despite its less lovely qualities.
Really I was drunk and unpretty
never knew how to follow this by that.
I had a posture that required fat and oil
that required grimace, a towel-lick,
thick syrup and lite-pollution –
it was a full body job.
This made me sweet –
a never-ending throat, a linchpin gut –
you could fill me and fill me –
Christmas morning, happy, red
and giving. Be merry,
be blessed – I adore you
and your smart jacket
your kind wishes
your candle skin.