#10 December: a month by any other name
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#10 December: a month by any other name


December is hard. Birthday, death, Christmas, funeral. A month by any other name would still smell of sorrow.   I’m scared of going home, sleeping where you died. Blue walls, pineapple delight. Scared is not the right word… you were always a better poet than me, but I can’t show you what I write, anymore. … Continue reading