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THOUGHTS BEFORE THE CHRISTMAS HOLIDAYS
Lights are strung around the trunks
of the trees along the Gourmet Ghetto
like luminous egg sacs
from giant insects
or like clusters of tiny pieces
from a shattered full moon.
I think this was done
to remind you when you’re here
that you’re NOT in the ghetto.
I think about my friend who
like the rest of the country
is declaring bankruptcy.
And I think about another friend
whose father
had a stroke
and died
a couple weeks ago.
This Christmas
I’ll stay with my father
in the semi-desert of
the Inland Empire
of Southern California
(whose denizens deny
they live in a semi-desert).
No one knows
how much longer
he’ll be alive.
Although the man himself
has a rough guess
that no one wants to accept.
He is ready to give away
the things he’s accumulated
for decades;
the old love letters
between him and my mom
written during World War II
when he was in the Pacific.
They are stashed in a box and
stored in the closet.
He can’t remember where.
We’ll visit my brother
and his children
and their children.
We don’t know one another
we never will
but we’ll act like we’re best friends
for three or four hours
on Christmas day.
At work
the Christmas Party Committee
is passing around
the list of assignments
for the pot luck and
gift exchange.
They’ve been meeting
for a couple of months
working on strategy—
trying to reach a consensus
on what type of food to offer.
Everyone is expected
to go to the party.
Otherwise
you’ll get a big “X”
on the “Needs Improvement” column
in the “Interpersonal Skills” section
of your next performance evaluation.
On the way to lunch
I pass “Magic Fingers Massage Therapy”
and a homeless man
pushing his shopping cart
like a plow
hauling a giant black balloon
containing cans and bottles that rattle
like a drunk orchestra rehearsing
as he labors up the street.
At the café I go to
“The Battle of Algiers”
is projected on the wall inside.
The young man who takes my order
says it’s his favorite movie.
There’s no sound but
I can read the subtitles
just fine.
I hear the people around me
say
it’s colder
than last year
much, much colder
and it’s getting darker
earlier.