My leaves fall into believing that my insanity is not real.
It’s the shades of red, yellow, and orange
creating resplendent rugs for earth’s floor.
And yet every time I see you, I gotta find a jacket to cover me
from your windy ways like you and Chicago are competing
to see who’s the coolest.
Sadly, it’s not you.
You are the 1-10 football record I loathe
The school bus I don’t want to board the first days back to school
The State Fair ticket keeping me from a good turkey leg because
you are so expensive to pay for and deal with 30 min traffic.
But I inhale you like succulent ribs from Labor Day’s barbeque.
Your oxygen becomes imperative to my living through fearful Halloweens
because you don’t want to cover up your ghostly and shady tendencies
If you could, you would give thanks for the Native Americans
making the mistakes of sharing their food knowing the ones
they were sharing with are the true Indian-givers.
I want to believe you will change.
I desire a faith like Christians in Jesus believing that a miracle
would happen and give forth a son named Contentment.
But the eve of a new year comes and you, Jealousy,
kiss me with your frozen lips and heart with a gun to my back
decorated with confetti saying…
“Let all acquaintance be forgotten and never go with them tomorrow… or forever…”