I am easily overwhelmed

by Christmas tree farms.
At first they are so cute
in their perfect little rows.

I want to pack sack lunches

for them, write their names
on the bags in permanent black ink,
leave I love you notes between

the sandwich and the carrots.

And the end of the day,
I’ll sing a soft lullaby to them all,
kiss their boughs and tell them

everything is going to be okay.

Marco Anders

Marco Anders (he/him) lives in South Saint Paul, Minnesota, with his husband, two cats, and two chihuahuas. He received his MFA from Hamline University where he briefly served as a poetry editor for Water~Stone Review. Anders was managing editor for Flash Fiction Magazine (2016-2019) and has been previously published in now defunct journals, Versewrights, concīs.