Bleak. Fall—
ing.
Push me to
Lust
You.
Push me off
The porch
Swing
Like Fall’s golden pie
Crust.
I want a blanket;
Want a warm scarf.
Want a mind
Full of
Drifting
Leave words.
Want a You
Wearing number
13. Don’t get injured,
Q.B., you’re coming over
After the game.
My Mommy’s ritual—
ing.
Making pumpkin pie.
And I’m graduating in the spring.
And so are you.
And here you are
Sweaty breathing, streaked
With black tar
Cheeks.
This is
Living in a
Limbo Zone
A slow-through
Taffy celestial end.
Trees to be bleak,
Gold leaves fall.
I want pie
In hand.
Pie on tongue
You on tongue.
Push me off the porch swing?
Pull you off the porch
Swing!
Leave my mommy inside, ritual—
ing.
For she’s already had 18 years.
Let’s drive
Slow
Through Limbo Zone
Slow,
Sleep: Fall
To an end
I want.
An end
I want to call beginn—
ing.
ing.
Push me to
Lust
You.
Push me off
The porch
Swing
Like Fall’s golden pie
Crust.
I want a blanket;
Want a warm scarf.
Want a mind
Full of
Drifting
Leave words.
Want a You
Wearing number
13. Don’t get injured,
Q.B., you’re coming over
After the game.
My Mommy’s ritual—
ing.
Making pumpkin pie.
And I’m graduating in the spring.
And so are you.
And here you are
Sweaty breathing, streaked
With black tar
Cheeks.
This is
Living in a
Limbo Zone
A slow-through
Taffy celestial end.
Trees to be bleak,
Gold leaves fall.
I want pie
In hand.
Pie on tongue
You on tongue.
Push me off the porch swing?
Pull you off the porch
Swing!
Leave my mommy inside, ritual—
ing.
For she’s already had 18 years.
Let’s drive
Slow
Through Limbo Zone
Slow,
Sleep: Fall
To an end
I want.
An end
I want to call beginn—
ing.