She’s December’s darker sister, un
-spangled, decked only in broken
resolutions and a disturbing con
-stitution of boxes stacked side
-by-tired-side and waiting.
She’s too long and too dull and too
disassembled and too far in debt
to resemble anything
She’s born with a (woohoo!)
party, then hung over
a door, closed with a sigh.
NaPoWriMo, day 4.