By Carolyn Agee
You got cancer. I didn’t call.
I became obsessed with creating Christmas cards,
finding the perfect verse to say, “Peace on Earth”,
but the Prince of Peace came and ransomed
and we’re still dealing with this shit.
The perfect family with straw and stars.
Blond, blue-eyed Jesus, because Jesus can’t look Jewish,
at least, not in the minds of greeting card companies,
so I make it myself.
And the angel? She’s akin to a unicorn
farting rainbows in this fairytale scene.
In the real world, mangers reek
and angels don’t have wings.