Hello, yes, I remember you –
sea salt teary eyed
vanilla-oak burning breath,
I still know you.
I keep hope in mason jars instead of moonshine,
tied in red and green bows to give you
for the second Christmas in a row.
"Please don't re-gift"
At least keep them for a week.
Your blood is dark poison,
coats your vision in shadows.
You can't drown demons, darling. They can swim fine.
You strive for Heaven,
stash Hell in the trunk of your car.
Didn't you hear? The Devil closes his bars before sundown.