superior temporal sulcus

Photo by Sam Jean from Pexels

in over three decades,
if I really think about it,
I think I’ve only had maybe
two or three good Christmases —
and even then, if I close my eyes,
I can only see vague impressions
of what I know were photographs
taken on those days…
a few really bad ones stand out,
including some recent ones —
and the rest just sort of swirl together
in a pattern of sameness and discomfort
and a sense of having always wanted more,
well, maybe not…