If You’re Not Welcome Home This Christmas

My Dear Friend, my true brother again tears out my heart and serves it to me warm and loved.

Thank you John…I have taken one of my tear drops and smeared it on the screen over these words…

Love, Your Sister Charissa Grace

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welcome-mat-on-doorstepPeople are fragile things.

They are so very breakable.

I imagine you understand this all too well.

I imagine you know what it means to be so broken, perhaps today more than ever.

More than almost any other day, today reminds you of your fractures.

Today all of the bruises and the scars come to the surface.

You are homeless on this Christmas Eve.

Not that you don’t have a family and a place where they can be found tonight, where there are sweet smells and warm rooms and joyful sounds.

You do. It’s just that you are not welcome there—or not as you are.

For you there will be no call, no invitation, no lingering embrace, no tearful reunion.

There will be no sharing of treasured past memories or making of new ones today.

You are the involuntary prodigal, a reluctant outsider.

Distance is the sole gift you have been given.

That story is true, but it is not the only

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Turning Inside Out

my skin is stained by your lips
stained red, stained wine, crushed grapes
delicious between your white teeth.
my skin is blue from your touch so cold,
so hot within ice cold choice austere,
your love so cold it’s hot
my skin is purple, it’s smeared
with your tough tenderness, your fingers
painting in loops and whorls
and I, tattooed by your love
and thinking it done, it forever
indelible fait accompli…
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But it washed off in the rain
of days, of years, of lifetimes
until I was white as snow

*as if untouched*

So I turn myself inside out
and I wear my soul for my skin
and I’m stained always and again
by your lips
by your words
by your touch

*by you*