NOVEMBER IN MICHIGAN

summer of a thousand lakes and autumn of apple orchards have ended it’s november in michigan and i have died with the leaves the gales sweep superior and my hands won’t warm in the hot shower stale body craving sunburn gray parking lots under gray skies freeze me through my jeans sunset at 4 asleep by 5 bleeding knuckles dry my tears as consciousness passes the baton to my nervous system and i hibernate

written, as the title suggests, in michigan during november of 2024