It is midnight and I'm dreaming about autumn again
Leaves crunching under tarred Chuck Taylor’s
A spill of vintage books
Two rich Manhattans over late dinner
Boy Smells Woodphoria lingering on my pillow
Psychedelic Jungle by The Cramps
Smeared red lips upon best friend cheeks
High; a fire crackles against swaying pines
Sweatshirts on walks, breathy & brisk
Mulholland Drive
I’m planning to fix my typewriter
Pumpkin sniffing
Collecting records & zines
Homemade orange olive oil cakes
Journals, brimming with once the unknown
Two rolls of film to develop
A copita of sherry and Capri Violets
Billiards
66 degrees Fahrenheit
Holding hands