it’s the day after christmas

it’s the day after christmas

when everybody leaves

munir comes back from istanbul

and mom takes down the wreath

and i’m tucked up in my bed

thinkin too many thoughts

as i write this to clear my head

well my wish for christmas 

was that we could be together

but we eat sleep and work

without seein each other

it’s the day after christmas

when children get high

they found oxy in the cupboard

while mom and dad drank wine

and they wished they could be a family

but even in christmas time

they can’t be present

just as hard as they try

it’s the day after christmas

and i’m flyin out

we do lines in your basement

so we don’t think about

our  little wish for christmas

that we could be together

do puzzles and write songs

finally look at each other

but it’s the day after christmas

tucked into my bed

i run through ways to show you

all the love in my head

but it’s the day after christmas

—December 2021, Seattle, WA