Like the musician who slumps after a concert, I tend to feel small and drained after Christmas, as though all the love poured into cooking and wrapping (while working) deflates me. Shouldn’t all the festivities create the opposite effect? 

I wrote this poem to capture the feeling of the post-holiday doldrums. Perhaps it’s familiar to you, too?

Backseat Boredom

It all feels backseat now
gone the hair-whipping rush
windshield-pressing anticipation
of every day
replaced with the monotone drone
of tires wearing thin 
on roads already mapped.

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