Au (we walk in gold)

September must be a favourite feeling. I only remember

when I’m in it. We walk up Fulton street, shimmering

at something like 7am. The sun is coming. We walk in gold.

I’m wondering if all the loose things in us

can be put back together.

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I know I’m not the only one who feels this.

My friend is talking, fast. She walks in grief

and gold. She tells me abou…