I Wanna Be An October Cold Front

I wanna whisper misery
In children’s inner lobes,
I wanna make fire crackle and smoke
Fly out the roof, boil hot cocoa on the stove
I wanna brown leaves
Leaving stains, after it rains, on the patio,
I wanna harden snot bubbles in nostrils,
Redden eyes and clog throats.

Written: October 23, 2005
Revised: October 27, 2005