contrived dreams of sugarplums
and other stereotypical Christmas things
shaking children convulsing with anticipation
wanting things so badly it makes them weak
materialism, is that you?
do you mean what you say
in the art you create?
I’m not sure if I should give you this present anymore
your health has taken a dive
I can’t stand to lose any more friends
it feels like I write a lot about sadness these days
art reflects reality, I guess
there is a desperate itching inside of me
the burning trail was right
forgive me for squirming in the car
or everywhere, really