November stays with you
Tree skeletons gone bare and bony
Greedy wind snatches handfuls of leaves.
Howls through branches
A corpse rattle

November is amnesia
There is no word for summer
Sticky with melted ice cream running down fingers
Brown streaked painted arms

Bodies gone soft under cable-knit.
November stays with you
Whispering, “stay inside” in the high, lilting voice of the wind
And you do, filling your belly with whiskey, longing and dread
For the chill to come


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