Leaves

Life’s complicated.
Bruised and beautiful. Perfect.
Smell’s like fall spirit.

Fall Leaf Funnel OR Smoothie Brains and Hearts, and Limping

Wholly, things are fine
I have legs and brains and food
I can run my life

But in the mass, mess
My heart and brains swirl on cones
That they lap with tongues

Forward, back, forward, back and
then again and on and on

COLLABORATION by Amy Dunlap and Alex Burgoyne

Hot, not as red, just
above warm. In my belly
and my toes and nose.

A little bit uneven.
A little bit intriguing.

Hot, er than orange.
In my eyes and my head and
in my heart. Engulfs.

Glows.
Knows.

Wincing the night away.
I get knocked down, sun gets me
up again, again.

Her hair and my teeth.
My tack and her tea.

Leaves are turning and
air is biting and grey sits.
Fall falls more like bricks.