One can’t chose the family one is born into. Some relatives, even parents or aunts and uncles, are awful.
This verse may resonate with some. The ‘poisonous’ types are not just at Christmas, but all year round. Being closed up with them during the Season make the turkey, goose or game of the sky or field, and the wine, taste very bitter indeed.
A flying visit.
Have you changed since the last time?
No, you’re still poison
From: Reflections 2: 55 Haiku verses: Blood II: Stopover
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