Epiphany PartyJenny Browne
…maybe that star of Bethlehem wasn’t a star at all. -Neil Young What about the backlit thing you never suddenly realized, how you love the after as much, limp salad nibbled from your man’s greasy fingers, last half can of Mexican beer crusted with salt, the evidence of which chair was a child’s table, white icing peaked in sweet stalagmites or the divine manifestation of a single red mitten on the porch step, empty manger scene, dozens of shepherd bathrobes sagging back home on their hooks. All night small mouths counted backwards, ready or not, and now we’re left with their echo of here I come and wow your house has so many good places to hide.
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