On the fire escape
the rain soaked through our t-shirts.
There was a new wind.
The wind continued
through the night, and that morning
it seemed fall was here.
I cut my own hair,
to change like the season did.
but it’s uneven.
On the fire escape
the rain soaked through our t-shirts.
There was a new wind.
The wind continued
through the night, and that morning
it seemed fall was here.
I cut my own hair,
to change like the season did.
but it’s uneven.
