It’s been a night of release
For many years I’ve been waiting
And yet time stays still
As I look into his hand
All the waters have spurned their dreaminess
And yet the tip of my tongue dries
As my thirst acquires a body of it’s own
My own
If only to own
For many years I’ve been watching myself
If everyone else is a mirror
Then I will dance
For you
For me

But if you stare
As you stare
Then I will cry
For you
For me
It is always only me who remembers
The new year cold
The drunken cold
The wretchedness of celebration
The singularity of isolation
The new year stands
The house breathes again
Welcoming back the strangers
It’s not such a good thing to breathe he says
And contract your face only when it is dark
And it’s always dark when the new year comes
And the world expected to turn
I wish I were older
Not with the greed of a child
Refugee in his savagery
This year I have decided
Not to hunt the changeling