Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays


This guy I sucked off once
still texts me Merry Christmas.
In New York City
each December
on 73rd and 3rd
there are 22 trees
dressed in champagne lights.
You can’t really miss em!
They’re so tall and sexy.
But if you happen to be lost
in Central Park
you can always
look at the numbers
of a nearby lamp
and find the street
you’re closest to
(the first 2 numbers)
and what side
of the island you’re on
(west if the last number
is odd, east if even).
What I mean to say is
people get lost all the time.
And some people I was
in love with never text back.
That’s fine. That’s life.
I walk down 73rd
and wonder about god.
I wonder about that guy
I blew and what in him
hasn’t died so he texts
strangers Merry Christmas.
I don’t even know his name.
And anyway. I don’t reply.
But smile. And mean to!
I always think, yeah next year.
So for what it’s worth
I’ll just say it here
where he probably
won’t read it.
Merry Christmas, dude.
Nice dick. I still remember it.
And now I’m worried I’m attached!
I’m worried this will be the first year
where he doesn’t say it.
Like sometimes I worry
about that electric bill
on 73rd and if it’s worth it.
Because you know
we’re killing the planet
etc etc etc etc etc.
And we’re killing each other
etc etc etc etc etc.
But who cares really.
Those trees are so beautiful!
And beautiful things
keep you going
for a long time.
Even during the holidays.
When everyone but that guy
acts like a dick.