An October Cold Front
I Wanna Be An October Cold Front I wanna blow wind gustsIn children’s inner lobes,I wanna make fire crackle and smokeFly out the roof, boil hot cocoa on the stoveI wanna brown leavesLeaving stains, after it rains, on the patio,I wanna harden snot bubbles in nostrils,Redden eyes and clog throats. … Continue reading →