Christmas

Evening: the nervous suburbs levitate. Height does us no harm, now we are high above the mineral pools, above the flash hotel whose only use is treachery. Someone knocks on a door and you crouch behind the bed. Down in the bar, the small girls toast their parents, the brother breaks a large bone for its marrow. I’m thinking of a challenge for us all. The star in the sky has traveled all the way from home. Now follow that!