it's not just my traditions
that are lost
in this seasonlessness
before a future even less human
that any fiction predicted
all tradition is lost

sure, my motherless Christmas
counts against us
patron saint of
Instant Breakfast
instant mash potatoes

but slaughtered first graders
on her first post-death birthday
and I'm glad she is gone
plus I don't know how I'd tell her
Bruce Jenner does not exist