Thanksgiving

oh, what a Blessed Day

    it was

all my demons came to dine

  and together

    we feasted on what remained of my youth and innocence.

for a woman's soul

  makes for a gentleman's meal

afterwards

 by the light of the late fire

they patted their bellies

    and kissed me each, one by one, on the cheek

bidding me, my emptied heart, sweet dreams.