Fall sticks in the craw like the n
in autumn.
It's the season of anxiety attacks,
layoffs,
ritual remarks about leaves and
crisp air, unholy holidays:
Halloween's become an anomalous
appendage,
Thanksgiving a clot of travel and a
ghastly food-orgy.
The cafes start serving
goddamned pumpkin-milkshakes
they still
call "coffee-drinks."
I shouldn't be so negative.
Or I should be
more negative: indecision in
post-equinox days.
True, it's a good time
to get food
to people who have little,
so that's an opportunity.
