Autumn

You were always weird but I never had to hold you
By the edges, like I do now

seasonal

All I need is one sign, any sign, that autumn is on its way; acorns falling from the oak tree in my front yard, a slight change in leaf color, a crisp breeze, early darkness. These events signal many things — sweater weather, boots and hoodies, pumpkins in the yard — and the constant among them is my…

fall on me

It’s August and I’m thinking about sweatshirts. I’m thinking about the boots that have been sitting in the corner of my room since March…