# Mrs. Santa Clauses
**by Erikka Dunn**

**Claus One**

Lockdown coffee cake
it never rains in southern California
or so I had heard it said…
until refraction
concern crisp and clean,
& cannot be swept or hid

**Claus Two**

Corn,
a metaphor for a woman un-satiated
starched jeans & buttoned down
collared shirts for IVY LEAGUE boys
to play foolish games
& pretend ‘it all came undone’ after 21

**Claus Three**

Upside down collard greens,
if you new who knows who,
words are like motor oil
for advice eclipsed nights

when your god is too small
and excelling is a habit
choose to ignore editorial demands

write it down if you must,
if waiting broke the bridge
You were not built to break