We all had Christmas on Twitter this year -
now, at the holidays, instead
of not thinking of you
(and, as a result, relegating you
to non-holiday status,
forcing you to exist only
in the ether of memory
between when I can see you
and when I cannot)
instead now I know how you
feel about your mom and
fight with your husband and
hate Christmas and
seemingly, regret having kids.
(This is why you belong in the ether.)
Mostly though, between my own tweets
about being with my family and
our exact location and
about when Diana’s driving surely
saved us along the scary way home on the ice
I am glad we didn’t get robbed.
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