SNOW JOB
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen 1:10pm
My Voice Is Signalling Me
To Write Of The Abomination
That Is Christmas:
How Can I Devour
The Little Children’s Innocence
When They Hear Of Santa
Coming Down A Vaginal Chimney
When They Hear The Living Lie
Of That Baby Jesus
Immaculately Conceived?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
CHRISTMAS
Not blind
Nor stupefied
Beyond belief
There is nonetheless
A beauty and a truth
Buried beneath the dross
And perhaps our chore
This and every year
Is to disinter it
We’re cooking a goose.
We are vegetarian.
…and so it goes…