SHE COULDN’T

DO ANOTHER CHRISTMAS.

In December, she was born.

She did her first Christmas.

She wrote things down.

She smoked.

She was Vogue and he was Time.

She did another Christmas.

Run River sold eleven copies.

In March, the baby was theirs and named Quintana Roo.

They laughed, I’m sure.

She wrote with him, a movie about a Park.

She had vertigo and nausea.

She did another Christmas.

She continued to write things down.

She broke down.

In 1979, The White Album.

Her head often hurt.

Mother and daughter did an ad for Gap.

She did another Christmas.

She liked California a lot, I think.

She was the most beautiful.

She wrote a flat Redford script.

But other things, too.

Quintana Roo went into a coma.

She did another Christmas.

Five days later, he died.

The Year of Magical Thinking.

In August, her daughter died.

And Blue Nights.

Seana McKenna played her on a stage.

She did another Christmas.

She still wrote things down.

S. Laumann painted the definitive portrait.

She modelled.

Her nephew made a movie about her.

In December, she died.

Mum said, “She couldn’t do another Christmas.”