new york november
heavy stem under a hard heavy bark wearing a gravy glaze coat of sap. the sky is grieving behind leaves made from gold. as a flake falls from the tree I wish these days to glow instead of flicker, i’ve been growing since you've been gone. i went deep repeating the name i had read over and bob my head while i make coffee listening to zeus’ boombox.
heavy stem under a hard heavy bark wearing a gravy glaze coat of sap. the sky is grieving behind leaves made from gold. as a flake falls from the tree I wish these days to glow instead of flicker, i’ve been growing since you've been gone. i went deep repeating the name i had read over and bob my head while i make coffee listening to zeus’ boombox.
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