[OH, SEPTEMBER]
Oh, September
your gangly crawl, your towheaded
flirtations. And the evening
light, thinning.
August once spoke to me in mealy
parables— leafed through me like
kindling and tore into me
with its whetted stars, little prickly
embers, suckering like
lost candle-light, the warmth wending
into the September
air.
Madelyn Malgieri is a freshman at SUNY Geneseo, where she studies English (literature). You will often find her in the local coffee shops with a good book and latte in hand.