angst cycle (iii) — [Ƭ] (ii)

although the delight still distress
the distress is
currently at least
like the prospect of not seeing
aunty mildred
for christmas

there’s something of a sense of unhappiness
and something of a sense of relief
avoiding all those damned emotional christmas puddings
with those bits of rock disguised as coins
she’s too emotionally poor to have real sixpences

there’s something of the spinster solving christmas mysteries
driving in the afternoon looking for the party
who caused mister a to stab missus b in the coffee cup
mildred never understood her petty schemes caused consequence
she was genuinely shocked when she spilt some burning water
that the country priest shouted out in pain