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Christmas Eve-Eve
September 16, 2021
Christmas Eve-Eve
The only deck of cards I own are the ones my uncle gave me,
But half of the deck is missing.
Prints of the butter and fennel
Left on every napkin
From the loxs my mom makes every time my family visits.
Once a year,
two days before christmas.
“Christmas eve-eve”
The deck of cards becomes limp after my brother holds them for too long,
Waiting for his turn.
The corners peel and become rough,
The red lining rubs off on his palm.
And now everywhere he goes an inch of red ink is left behind him.
© Anonymous
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