Little Sister, Christmas Tree [Part I]

Kileigh rode back in Carlisle before
the snow. She broke a green mare the color
of smoke. She named her Mavourneen and swore
she spoke. “She smiles at me,” she said.

Kileigh go home and tell your mother to
pull up the blankets so she can cover her
eyes when she is scared and she can’t
sleep.
Kileigh go home, kiss your mother good-
night, and tell her that you love her, and
try if you can be nice this one
time.

Kileigh said “it’s always Christmas inside
my head.” She broke her ankle where the bird
had been. She cut her hair and died it green
and red, and dropped the kitchen knife.

Kileigh go home and tell your mother to
pull up the blankets so she can cover her
eyes when she is scared and she can’t
sleep.
Kileigh go home, kiss your mother good-
night, and tell her that you love her, and
try if you can be nice this one
time.

Kileigh go home and kiss your mother,
and could you bring the dogs inside?

Kileigh woke to find that Boston was choked
with snow, to find some crumpled bills inside
her coat. To find that Mavourneen had grown
so old. Merry Christmas but I’ve have got
to go. Merry Christmas, Kileigh.