by David Brannan
We didn’t have a white Christmas
we had a white Fat Tuesday
The cypress outside my window
reminds me of a cemetery
and this is no time to be talking
to the dead
OK it’s not even a cypress
but an arborvitae
I am fat regardless of season
or day of the week
Fat Tuesday is a moveable feast
Let’s pretend we’re not married
I wanna polka in the snow with you I
who can’t tell the difference between
a mogul and a moraine
a cypress and a sigh
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