Rhiannon

It's the way my hands are covered with little knicks from cutting linoleum.

And it's the early sunsets and the brief moments of panic they cause.

And it's the scuffling sound of walking through leaves on the sidewalk late at night.

And it's saffron and cinnamon and pumpkins. Garlic and sage and nutmeg.

And it's the heat coming on, and the heat failing again.

And it's third graders, and the way they laugh like crazy at my bad jokes.

And it's the leaves drifting down at the park with the sunlight filtering through.

And it's steam rising on the Gowanus on cold mornings.


*This update typed while listening to Nico.