Thanksgiving morning
I'm hungry for peanut butter and raspberry jam toast
The squirrels are ransacking the bird feeder
For whatever remains of the black sunflower seeds
I slept in this morning and, waking, felt less bad
The tank is half full of heating oil, and the place is warm
I'm going to see family today, bringing eggnog and red wine
Thought about plugging in the string of Christmas lights
Hung there to make this place a little less stark for her
Back when she used to come here, and to make the joy
And warm magic visible, but looking at them now
Kind of stabbed me so I just let them go on sleeping
Keeping their secret
I'm hungry for peanut butter and raspberry jam toast
The squirrels are ransacking the bird feeder
For whatever remains of the black sunflower seeds
I slept in this morning and, waking, felt less bad
The tank is half full of heating oil, and the place is warm
I'm going to see family today, bringing eggnog and red wine
Thought about plugging in the string of Christmas lights
Hung there to make this place a little less stark for her
Back when she used to come here, and to make the joy
And warm magic visible, but looking at them now
Kind of stabbed me so I just let them go on sleeping
Keeping their secret
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