Genre: gen
Characters: Jess, Sam
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Word Count: 100
Summary: rose-red, bittersweet
You light the holly candle, consider: Your boyfriend’s a freak, self-proclaimed, who grew up on the byways, did truck-stop Christmas, doesn’t know how to holiday, who jumps sometimes, sleep-shouts, spills salt like snow.
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You got a tree, tabletop. You baked, careful cutouts of canes, sweet stars, spice that won’t offend, won’t, you hope, conjure a memory he doesn’t have.
You got gifts, shiny-wrapped; a single star.
You know, slow bloom, what he most wants.
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Sam?
He slips upstairs bouquet’d, rose-red, bittersweet between, and you kiss, catch at his hands.
If I could, I’d give him back to you.
"Lo How a Rose",snowpile edition