Single Autumn

as the temperatures fall my movements

slow and i can see my breath inside

my studio apartment

it is just me but

what is that worth these days between creaking doors

and an insatiable hunger for a mind

to pick amidst fallen leaves

to ease out of mourning

to step out of the shadows

and claim my number

in the newly lain snow.

-Kristen Mattison 1 November 

1998 Afternoon.

15 December 1998

10:14 pm

Colorado Springs, CO