December

December

There’s a pretty redhead turning

tricks out on the street.  Misery

and desolation lie with her

when she sleeps.  She reaches

for her jeans where she hopes to find

a dirty old calendar with a circle

around December and a bus ticket

back to Reims.  When she finds

the month is missing she pounces

and she screams:  Who pinched

the month of December?  Who could

have done that shit to me?