autumn (10/15/20)
springtime’s shy sister who
spreads blood through leafy tendrils
of hair who
feels every color all too much
every day i remember that
birds escape nordic hills in
quilt patterns
sewn on a dirt floor sky
a small textbook diagram
i only know from
air conditioned rooms from
burying my nostrils in paperback tombs
obituaries of peach faced years
everything is always blooming
not in lilacs or daisies
but because i am so overwhelmed by
every little thing