AMONTHINAUTUMN from RE/SOUND by LONE PHONE BOOTH

view from the porch: a rotting pumpkin, cooks in the light, his face is falling into his face, the eyes are creeping down to the mouth, guts spilling out

eventually it starts to stop being dark.
street floods with cool blue Almost Morning, just me and the local skunk
till a cat passes, haunting his
path. crack-of-dawn runners trickle in, awake and in
motion and on purpose.
when the work-walkers crawl from the woodwork it’s
different. they’re more like the sun, here but not quite
Here yet. obligation-shoved from warm safe wherever-they-were.
their blood too thick & too slow, & it shows.
day seeps in.
a sock
thread by thread
grows soggy from one missed step.
the brighter it gets, the harsher the bleak, and still my body buzzes at me.
traffic competing with heartbeat.

flies start to circle apples hours in to their new lives sitting on pavement. among the potholes- count them all. outnumbering you. feeling small.

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