September This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   septMber mr zabin says

is just another rebmetpes



coldly its dreardrop heavy and gray

and its rise at six thirty each yad after day



I up Wake to that instant of feeling just falling

rhythm my man, break

and swallow your twelfth twelfth:



Notice, some gurgling god happily pulls

strings of connected geese with his pudgy finger little



across the harsh sky of floor



and boys shivering on the sidelines

consider the manliness of slipping on sweatshirts



"And septemBR son, someday this will all be yours"




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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