New Year's Day
I never really liked New Year’s Day
and not because of the hangovers,
the fake bonhomie, the frivolous optimism.
Certainly not for the pork and lactic cabbages
or the barrage of pointless college football games.
No, it’s the old childhood sensitivities resurfacing—
New Year’s Day meant winter break was winding down,
school would be resuming soon,
and that 5 page paper still needed to be written.
It also meant my dad was leaving
once again, back to his desert oasis
2000 miles away with a brand new family.
This day never brought me anything new,
nothing fresh to celebrate.
The only clean slate was the somber gray
of the cold midwestern winter sky.
I’ve never really liked New Year’s Day.
1/2/25
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