
Writing

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Who Is Autumn?
Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.
Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.
Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.
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forgotten summer's love
burn the polaroids you took this summer with the
first lighter you ever bought, back when you were twelve
and needed to feel something that wasn't packaged, artificial
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Who I am
Someday
I will know
who I am
and
what I want
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Hopelessness is an Unplucked Apple
Galore are the hung fruits.
Their ample flesh and roundness;
their cherub cheeks reddened
from the pinching of a breeze.
They are tapered to branches
dangling perfectly, prostituted
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Fall is a Queen Bee
In the crisp embrace of my russet leaf patch,
a Queen Bee reigns supreme, Her presence unmatched.
Her saintly swarm rustles me, yet I am blessed,
for She brings forth the chilly scent of ember rest. -
Well… maybe
“You like him”
“No, I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“What are you talking about”
“Have you seen the way, your eyes look at him”
“No”
“Have you seen the way your cheeks flush”
“No”
“You like him”