September 30, 2013: Winter Falls Summer Springs

after poetry class
we escape
to the attic.
taking turns
jumping over
our fear of heights
displacing our fears
of returning
under each other.
we take turns
over each other
digging deep enough
for fingernails
to fall off complacently.
we are looking for
the worm king,
for Hamlet and Ophelia,
no one is warm any-
i shiver in your oversized sweater,
you shake off your dis-
you are charcoal
i am plum.
we are drowning our navy hearts
you ask me how i feel
about october
my mind wanders pumpkin patches
and skeleton fields
i smile when i hear you say
“Fall into now
me into you.”


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