11/30/20: Headline—November Ends

after feasting

time winds more slowly—sneaky

and unseen

11/29/20: The Moon Woke Me

pale eye—

its white mirror still so

hot and sharp

11/28/20: New Routines

the pullover

you’d rather wear—threadbare

at the elbows

11/27/20: Library Books

blinking and

seeing every hand that

turned your pages

11/26/20: Cooking

how much is

simply smoke—first reality

seared?

11/25/20: Aphasia

you ghost creature

lurking near—your breath sweet,

familiar, and lost

11/24/20: Not As Predicted

storms

unvisiting languish—

modeled but moot

11/23/20: On Not Moving

even after

we depart, sticks we post

remain sundials

11/22/20: So, If Property Is Theft

we share

the darkest shame—having

without caring

11/21/20: Microclimate

a chill waited

in the wood path’s dip—ready,

a perverse embrace