SHIT #poetry by jay

all of my shit in a bucket
tossed
sloshing about

every year at the holiday
without fail
doubt

the shit rises to the top
a stench that remains
from my past

I carry the weight of my shit
hoping it doesn’t spill out
onto our carefully selected

tongue and groove 
wood floors

and my wife doesn’t
scold me for dumping it
everywhere 

without care of the stink 
or mess it leaves 
for her to clean up.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Vinicius “amnx” Amano on Unsplash

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  1. Perhaps you should try and talk her into just putting up a manger scene as that is what the holiday is about. I have a lot of bad memories of Christmas, really all the holidays growing up. I don’t enjoy all the commercialism so a manger makes it easy and where the focus should be. Hugs and hoping things go better this year. Hugs to you and your family. ❤️🤗🦋🥰

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