—I’M THANKFUL FOR EVERYTHING YOU EVER GAVE ME.  TRULY.

                                                        Undeniably November

                                           For Jessica Keener

                  outside the leaves and     other dead things     resemble a      charcuterie board     gone to waste     have you seen it     or are you     riding the most beautiful     bike in the world     down the rim of a rainbow     i bet there are secrets you’ve never     told a soul     that they swoosh     like a bad batch of soup     in your otherwise empty belly     or maybe it’s     just me     i’m thinking of     when i think too much     my teeth get     miserable and mistrustful     when i think of you     the air tastes wistful     and the dead things     make up songs    that slur     my name     this year is a tired fox     so i’m walking backwards on a     bed of broken glass    beneath my frozen toes     it turns such a pretty shade     of ruby     yet i can’t feel a thing