<strong>October</strong>

<p>And in comes October<br>
Drooling the first winter tragedies<br>
With a wink<br>
And a crooked grin<br>
Of old gravestone teeth.<br>
The heating breaks<br>
And the hot water stops<br>
And our breath taunts us<br>
In the air of our bedroom<br>
And his claws come out.<br>
But still we laugh<br>
Surrounded by candles<br>
And wrapped in blankets<br>
With books and songs<br>
For we recognized<br>
His tattered outfit<br>
Before we met his eyes<br>
And made sure<br>
To make sure<br>
He would have to come<br>
Again.</p>
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<strong>Redemption</strong>

<p>You take her supermarket flowers<br>
Like they tell you to<br>
And on the way<br>
She calls<br>
“It’s over”<br>
And you throw them to the floor<br>
Stamp on them <br>
And finally<br>
They look beautiful.</p>
