i am taunted by the last fly of the year.
it keeps me away from my fire, my bed.
the wind outside howls like a dog uncertain.
process note: like, you know, i have not written a poem in a while. my life is, like, complicated and busy. owning a business, going to the park, macking bitches…it’s get a little heavy. so’ah, like, i’m taking december off to, you know, chill.