Who You Want Me To Be

Nothing there moves.
If I sit still, I can hear everything.
The slow turning of leaves, creaks,
a steady cold breeze, the frost...
all of it.
Nothing there moves.

I don't want to feel guilty.
I don't want to feel like the bad one.
I am not the bad one.

Something is changing,
the direction is.

I had the strangest dream,
steaks and cardigans and flying.

“a wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. i think, i too, have known autumn too long.”