“Christmas Week in Rehab”

by Zachary Warble

We made-over the group room for Christmas,

used rubber bands to hang bows from a wiry tree;

tinsel came in six-inch strands.

Night shift stripped our curled ribbons out

from the inside of the skylight hollows.

I saw young Will’s arms

the next morning,

thought about being a kid

poking holes in presents

seeing if there was anything

good in there.