Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
Seasonal attire
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Wearing the mantle
of autumn. Cold starry nights
days of leaf-strewn gold.
An apple, as red
as it is crisp, awaits on
the blue floral plate.
This is the dance in
side my head. No two left feet.
Only thoughts, spinning.
Argued over what
candy to buy. She wanted
KitKats. Blow Pops won.
The new furnace kicks
on, and I rise to the warmth
like yeast bread baking.
My small gift to my
self – a few words at the end
of a busy day.
Ben liked the armoire
worth $12,000 I
paid a fraction for.
Wi Fi whore, I go
where there’s access, drinking bad
java just to surf.
Decorations for
Halloween still not up. Life
seems scary enough.
The review called her
‘fetching’ – wrapped in bandages,
convulsing, bleeding.