rebound feast

All that's left of our Christmas lunch are the leftovers in the refrigerator. Pickings of roast beef, spooned out plum jelly, half a bowl of pesto potato salad, a jar of pickles and a few bottles of unopened sparkling wine.

All that's left of Christmas are remnants of childish enthusiasm, wrappings torn off presents and a feeling of gluttony, as if one has eaten oneself into a stupor, but it all tasted too good to pass up.

And me?

I am becoming listless with holiday boredom. what happend to the glowing fire in the hearth? i am standing here, covered in ash.

Oh, how I want.