doesn’t like the idea of his buddies—
or me—dancing with the monster.
Brad is home today. Not much
in the way of construction
jobs when you need a sleigh
to deliver nails. Wonder if Santa
could contract with the Home Depot.
Probably too busy today, it being
Christmas Eve and all. I put in
a call to the impound yard, but
the phone message says to try
back on Wednesday. Tick, tick.
Higher and higher go those
impound fees. Brad says
they’re twenty dollars a day, plus
the initial fifty for paperwork,
plus a hundred for the tow. Tick.
Around one P.M. Trey calls.
I’m on my way. Can’t wait
to see you. I’ve got something
special for you too. Hope
you like the way I play Santa.
Santa Is Coming
I can’t
believe I
will finally get
to see him in the flesh.
Touch his flesh. Taste his
flesh, and beg him to taste mine.
I want to be in his arms again, sleep