He Gets Me …

He gets me.

He gets me a red-and-white reindeer sweater for Christmas.

He gets me a red-and-white reindeer sweater for Christmas, like the four before it, and I hate that.

He gets me a red-and-white reindeer sweater for Christmas, like the four before it, and I hate that he won’t be here for the holidays.

He gets me a red-and-white reindeer sweater for Christmas, like the four before it, and I hate that he won’t be here for the holidays, because the moment he turns on the music system, sipping his red wine, snapping his fingers to jingle bells, smiling at me like I’m the only one for him and there was and never will be anybody else, like I can’t see the Cherry Lush smudge on his lapel or sniff Revlon Charlie Red on his self, I shove him down the stairs and watch him fall.

Red wine all over the place.