fifty

I can hear those geese
heading somewhere warmer now.
I'd join them up there.

forty nine

I'm host to the ghosts
of previous occupants.
They remind me now.

forty eight

You are odd, oh tune.

Autotune has done so much

to you presently.

forty seven

My heart, still it burns

just like back when we were kids.

Glad we're grown up now.

forty six

Don't apologize

for when I clean up your mess.

It's what I'm here for.

forty five

Pushed from the indoors,

an automatic sweat cloud,

resting on our skin.

forty four

Insomnia and

social anxiety and

allergies always.