November 2, 2026

The fading novemberage of fall sizzles
above our chortling and blurts,
the cracklance of new bonds
forming over shared lines and aging
gibberish. The peel of a summer
bun slips past our peripherals
to cozy up within its warren,
all hunker-down and nuzzle-up. We hang
our ghoulingses back in our attics,
safe amongst the cobwebbing
and scritchery of what-mightn't be
and who-could've-been.

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