On the day of your favorite color:Lauren Kizi-Ann Alleyne
Here is the day of pumpkins, their hollow heads lit and leering. Here is the stripped sweetness of candy corn cupped in my hands. Here is fall swirling the leaves into a storm of red- gold fire. Here is the sunset, shorter now. And here is memory, spilling from its orange coat: your mandarin sheets, your russet couch, kisses the color of burning. Here is the day of heartbreak ripened to glow. Here is the day of ghosts.
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