New Music

October 15th, 2023

White t-shirt on my summer-faded October skin.
Cider in my coffee sipping
new music to listen to.
My hair is growing in.

What if I told you I never know what I’m writing about until you read it?
What if I told you that despite the promise of summer, I live in the cold?
With the door closed
window wide open.
Heat pouring onto the streets
bones shaking in winter deplete.

How do I tell the world I am terrified of change, when that’s all I ever do? 
One moment never the same —

         Life used to be leaf piles and sword fights on Henning Drive. Now it’s night shifts and expensive flights,
not being able to make it home in time for the holidays.

How am I supposed to listen, when my hands mitten my ears in the corner of my mind every other night?

How am I supposed to hear the honey?

There will always be new music to listen to.