10/12/16
When all the blackberries and raspberries are gone
the leaves splattered red and burned out in places
When overnight the houseplants
have made the windows fog and sweat
When the morning very suddenly does not smell of anything
When the drain is not entirely plugged, but enough
to steep up to the ankles and leave
conditioner in a white film ring
When it is afternoon, silent, the oven’s cold
and you are very lonely- you want only to hold a hand
and walk down the road yellow with leaves
toward home,
or away from it
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