The Seven Deadly Holidays
New Year’s Envy: Both kinds of romantics--bitter and naive--yearn for one-night magic
to change everything into Gatsby’s parties, but green lights
turn into red lights and DUIs in the sleet, and city doorways
reek of recycled champagne.
Valustine’s Day: Not about sex, but dark chocolate, red lingerie, a dozen roses
purchased at triple price, reserved tables of nouveau cuisine,
and velvet boxes of diamond bracelets feeding the fever
of what will you spend for me?
Indepridence Day: Bombs in color--how fun! Who cares who we are as long as we’re
Hallowrath: An apocalypse of anonymity, alter egos let loose at dusk demand
candy in costumes, rehearsing entitlement for their starring moments
decades later when they don masks to rob banks and shoot presidents.
Thanksgluttony: Oh, god, the family again, ameliorated only by turkey grease
and pie crust washed down with mudslides into a deep
tryptophan coma and the hypnotic violence of television football.
Greedmas: 75% off plus free shipping!
Published in Penduline