ten five

those ages i wrote
so many
bottled-up feelings.

secret wishes for
secret crushes

locked in
indecipherable
metaphor &
unintentional
simile.

this age:
an entire autumn
unspoilt by
expressions
of affection or vacuums
of unexpressed
affection.

a very
october feeling.

i am:
cozy inside
grey cool corners
colors behind fogged glass
spicy, slightly
overripe
warm open earth
chilling at the edges

ready for harvest
and the blankets
of winter.