christmas poem

baby blue is for boys
blood red for girls
ribbons & rattlesnakes
wrapped up like kisses
kill me once
kill me twice
then pick me up nice
if my baby boy were alive
he'd string that ribbon
around your neck
and make you put that thing
back where it belongs
in a whore's mouth
with all the fixins
of a holiday bird
right out of the oven

Copyright © 2002 by Shannon Gleeson