if you have somewhere to burn them the smell will bring you home
Poem • March 28, 2006
you wrote it over and over
how you longed for autumn’s ruse
so I boxed up every dead leaf I could find
and mailed them to you
lost for hours in songs that I can’t
but really long to unfurl
pretending I can relate to every line
about a boy and a girl
cold piano keys and
crisp confetti leaves
red and orange and bubble wrapped–
burn them soon, babe
Originally published in Pressed Between the Pages #1.
While the title of this poem doesn’t appear in the poem itself, the title was re-used as the chorus lyrics of my song “Erase This”.
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