She says, it’s not the reindeer antlers that turn me on,
it’s this blistering sunset. Yesterday was all of us.
Now, the others look at me like loaded crossbows. I in-
tend to wear them out, day after day, with their sprig
of holly. Don’t come near me, they say, keep away. I am
happy in this lonesome part of the forest, just my breath
and the special offers to keep me sane, then she galloped off.

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