The holidays can leave us desperate for human connection.
the most wonderful time of the year
or so that cheerful guy in the annoying song
keeps telling me
time to huddle up with the wife and kids
mom and dad
brothers and sisters
the whole family
but what if there is no wife and kids
what if the family is busted
like a holiday plate
someone dropped on the floor.
I got what I wanted for christmas one year
I got to spend the day with myself
I didn’t have to lie to anyone
or pretend everything was fine when it wasn’t
but the evening was restless
even a fake one would do.
the connections were fake
but the tequila was real
and so was the hot blur that came with it
and so was the desire to end the night in the illusion of intimacy
if only for a few moments
even if I had to give up a piece of myself to make it happen.
I hadn’t paid for sex in years
I didn’t know where to go anymore
I drove around for a couple of hours but
all the old places I remembered from wilder days
were long gone or locked up tight
the last place on my list was a joint called the doll house
and when I got there I discovered
that the doll house had been eaten by a fire
so I ended my search and my christmas
sitting alone in a parking lot at 4 AM
staring into the blackened shell
of a burned-out doll house.
I took the hint
I got the message
and I was relieved
I knew this was my last trip to the doll house
end of the list
end of the line
no more hookers for me.
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