Sunday, December 24
EPITHALAMIUM If a tree falls in a forest & if we make our dining room chairs out of its freight & if we were meant to haul it, haul that behemoth tree the way one hauls faith, debt, imagination, a car from a slushed over ditch & if the tree is older than we are, older than our entire life separately or added together & if we put the tree back into the ground in our yard, a Christmas come in June & if we were to unspool gold ribbons through its lower branches & name these soft rememberancers & no one, not a single person is around to hear that (Carolina Ebeid)