holly
soporific christmas; warm rooms dizzy with fiber optics. i peeled round, perfect oranges and pulled orange flesh buried beneath my fingernails all day. my mother and father presented me with a nikkor 70-300mm zoom lens and later i laid on my bed in the peach room, photographing lace and soaps from a distance.
my mother constructs a miniature village every year jumbled with tiny faces and street lamps.
goodbye christmas.