December's Traditions

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December’s traditions Suck the last of summer from our cheeks Draw the curtains, strip the trees In so-called living rooms Scottish pastimes come to roost Love’s labours stain a linen sheet The ghostly body Who makes his bed beside you Is slowly losing teeth The boy needs sunlight And a shot of modesty He needs to get some sleep It’s not the answer A sticking plaster on a shattered bone What do you need? What do you need from me? It’s not the answer Treating cancer like a cold What do you need? What do you need from me? After months of grieving Fuck the grief, I’m leaving Will you leave with me? The bloodloss, the towering cost Of mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue The lick brings warm metallic taste I can correct myself Convince you that there’s no- one else In volumes of new leaves If you want a saint you don’t want me It’s not the answer A sticking plaster on a shattered bone What do you need? What do you need from me? It’s not the answer Treating cancer like a cold What do you need? What do you need from me? It’s not the answer I’m just begging to be told What you need What you need from me If I had the answer I’d write a book on what I know What do you need? What do you need from me?