maybe i like san francisco because it is permanently Autumn here. Autumn, spicy orange Autumn. persimmons, pumpkins, nutmeg, and wool. Autumn. crisp, clear, nostalgic. you are my favorite taste.
i adore july, fat like watermelon and bursting blueberries
pregnant with all of summer hope
but i am the color of Autumn–Autumn’s child.
printed and patterned in her dappled orange yellow rust clear slanted light.
i want to suck her pumpkin pie smell through a straw and hold her smoky farm flavor in nostrils and lungs.