november waltzes in with their hair
lilac dyed and a smile on their face. they’re a real surgeon, they talk
anatomy, they whistle at the wolves and laugh when the lights go out. they draw
in gold pen, kiss pretty boys and paint flowers on leather jackets. their nails
are glittery metallic dark green, their knuckles painted lightning. november
goes to the mall & doesn’t buy anything. november buys a cigarette lighter
even though they don’t smoke. november ghosts their best friend for three weeks
because solitary confinement and anxiety dance in the headlights of their
cornerstore mind. but they know it’ll get better one day. they buy knives from
the secondhand store, get the pattern of the guppy tattooed onto their ribs.
they know the value of love.

november as a symphony & november as silence, antigoneblue