April 23, 2016
I wonder if today counts as a date. It was happenstance. I hadn't meant to see you. You hadn't meant to see me. I didn't know you wore glasses. You looked lovely in your white shirt and sweats, though you said it made you look boxy. Maybe it did hide your figure, but I didn't mind that it looked so plain; you filled it out with your personality. Did you know you laugh like a siren? It's shrill and goes on for longer than necessary. You make heads turn because you are unafraid of ugliness. You cackle in coffee shops. You slosh your coffee and swear out loud. You put your legs up in the chair and sit with them wide open. You are unabashedly yourself, and I'm unused to that kind of authenticity. I am refreshed.
YOU ARE READING
How Autumn Came to be
PoetryI've never understood why the third season of the year gets to have two names. Fall and Autumn. Spring only gets one name, as do summer and winter. It's always been lost on me, what made fall so different. And then I met you. You are the reason the...
