This is Halloween!

Another guest post for our week of Halloween/Fall/the month of October related work, this poem is by Nikki Hampson.

October

Out of the doll house city with one headlight burnt
and the crisp smell of October in our noses
across the northeast into the sunset,
driving all night from Chicago spilling coffee
and arriving, finally, only to find the
car has a flat tire and the landlord is waiting with
a spatula of threats; late that afternoon drinking tea
cross legged with the windows pouring sunlight
and dreams of the wilderness, fields of orange leaves
in the warm autumn and we lay like two, too
tired to climb the trees so the apples fell to us instead.

Sunday sweet on our skin like honey, across
open palms like banks of the Hudson, covered
in discarded cellophane and rusty silverware,
ribbons of evening grass still aching for the sky
and the sound of lone midnight bus tires on the freeway