Fat Tuesday Polka

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