Poetry 2012 / Volume 43

A Cold Christmas Somewhere — Jack Vian

It’s Christmas Eve and I’m still waiting for my first Yule stiff even though it’s, like, freezing cold in bundled rabbit fur and the stretch of spandex leopard print doesn’t cover the rent when my Santa’s sitting at home in our favorite motel room all nice and toddy warm while he unwraps Alyssa with his … Continue reading