If Nothing Else Changes, We’ll Still Say Fall

eighty degrees
in the second month
of our favorite season
and we bake apples
until the kitchen
smells of wax
and cinnamon

with gloves
we twist
out black bulbs
to replace our summer
clothes
despite the lingering
heat

 

(originally published in Raw Dog Press, Summer 2017)

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