My autumn
a poem by Michelle Brumley
Space heaters
Purple leggings
Divorce papers
My autumn is not your autumn
My anger is not your anger
It infects
Like a 24-hour flu
Going on 34 years
No matter how many layers
Of purple
Or hate
There is no forgiveness beneath
These leaves
Stop asking
You’ll get your answer
When I fall
Or you do
One of us will be right in
The end
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