{"id":1020,"date":"2024-02-17T20:48:45","date_gmt":"2024-02-17T20:48:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/josephmcabral.com\/?p=1020"},"modified":"2024-02-17T16:31:24","modified_gmt":"2024-02-17T21:31:24","slug":"blinking-lights-on-a-plaid-sweater","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/josephmcabral.com\/?p=1020","title":{"rendered":"blinking lights on a plaid sweater."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I saw you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>that Christmas,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>by the tree,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>wearing a plaid sweater<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>your grandmother had given you<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>two Christmas\u2019 before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The one your mother insisted<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you wear every Christmas since then.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You looked contemplative and pensive,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>reflecting on the shiny<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>red foil tinsel<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>ornaments dangling<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>from the plastic and metal frame<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>that was made to resemble a tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I said hello,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and you nodded an agreement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I sat beside you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; joining in on the meditative<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; journey you had partaken in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We sat for an hour<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>before my mother<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>came over and told us<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>that dinner was ready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The family conclave was commencing<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; its yearly ritual of niceties,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and commentaries on each other\u2019s lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She smiled at you because you were younger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She smiled at me because I was older.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; She smiled at us<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; because she was trying<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; to etch the image into her mind<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; for latter retrieval.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You made no motion to get up, and<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I chose not to disturb you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember you on that one Christmas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; We both sat there,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; with the blinking lights<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; drowning in our eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The presents under the tree,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; like swollen, ripe, fruit, fallen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I saw you, that Christmas, by the tree, wearing a plaid sweater your grandmother had given you two Christmas\u2019 before. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The one your mother insisted &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; you wear every Christmas since then. 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