it’s november again
the trees push the leaves aside
we wait for the rush of the wind
we get this chance to hide
in our winter clothes
our hoods our sweaters
burrowed deep
like hidden letters
and when you ask what’s wrong
i only answer memories
i only answer memories
and i recite the words
like they’re mine
i own the feelings
but not the rhyme
it’s november again
i burrow deep
this month
won’t let me breathe
it won’t
let me sleep
i talk to you in words not my own
while the sky turns bleak
i sing you that song
it’s only memories
it’s only memories
labor over words not mine
commit myself to songs
fixate on expression
forget to right my wrongs
it’s november again
burrowed deep
won’t let me breathe
won’t let me sleep
hidden in my winter clothes
singing the words i don’t own
the air makes it feel like something’s wrong
it’s just november
breathing down our backs
