“Christmas Catastrophe,” by A.C. Cambers
Dec 20th, 2021 | By Defenestration
A string of tinsel killed my cat.
My grandma was to blame.
A string of tinsel killed my cat.
My grandma was to blame.
And it
should come as
no great surprise
Isaac Newton said,
“I find I now
prefer to sit beneath.”
pear trees.
a well trained baboon
could kick our ass at most sports
what the fuck even
is a tree
just this big wood
rod all branching
I’ve blown into the bakery, a witch
for fine pastry—buns, biscuits and better—
warm cookies crisp. My stare turns sweets unsavory. My broom
sours sables, toughens muffins.