by Mat Joiner
(for Joel) What do you yearn for? asks the September girl, and you make her the answer: something to follow as the world rolls one way, your thoughts another. Each kiss hollows you a little more as you breathe all your yesterdays into her; until her face becomes a patchwork of all the lovers you ever knew, a photofit of romance. Time browns and curls, and your memories are shed leaves she presses between pages: a brittle dress to wear, ghosts to poster her walls.
September 24th, 2012