11/4/13

wan apparition
two white gloves scattered, stranded
on the wide top stair
I return them, hours pass
and they meekly reappear

11/3/13

frozen world of snow
long evenings and zipped parkas
black-iced parking lots
I peer into coming months
scrying on this clock-turned day

11/2/13

an inch of facepaint
pierrots and pantalones
in bathroom mirrors
trudge through the back gate, whooping
push our way into the house

11/1/13

the evening tripple
soporific, love-charm thick
syrup of nightshade
my eyes roll back, deep breaths chain
below my ribcage shadow