picking the scab.

Driving and swearing on the inside
I forget every year how seriously they take Boxing Day.
The walking unrested cannot find an open market.
On the run from holiday scab picking that will take another year to heal,
A freezers worth of defrosted food to be consumed RIGHT NOW
An ailing toddler, delicate and irritated.

Bristling with bags, I return the hero.
Chips, clementines and discount Christmas cake.
Email account full of friendly offers.
The sun is shining, the hens are laying
It’s the second day of Christmas
A fire catches.


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