Autumn Notes
Adam Osman-Krinsky
When the air tightens around my ears
And grabs the back of my throat
After running, I crunch and itch
My way out of linen and into wool
And out of ice and into steam.
My body wants to take a breath full
Of descent, where each of my teeth will
Feel the crispness of juice making its
Way into the outstretched arms of a yearning hug.
Hands enfolding hands that pull socks up
A bit tighter that make me paler
That make me want to dance to
Softer sounds that lick the curls in my
Hair and the cool wind beneath my feet.
I want to fly above your warm, auburn
Eyescape, where a saxophone breathes
About home or maybe a snowed-in
Motel in a palace where it feels too early for
There to be snowfall.
I want to sit, toes-touching, eyes
Smiling, with the cold side of the
Pillow to keep my dreams company
Under this quilt that smells of
Couches and kindling.
And grabs the back of my throat
After running, I crunch and itch
My way out of linen and into wool
And out of ice and into steam.
My body wants to take a breath full
Of descent, where each of my teeth will
Feel the crispness of juice making its
Way into the outstretched arms of a yearning hug.
Hands enfolding hands that pull socks up
A bit tighter that make me paler
That make me want to dance to
Softer sounds that lick the curls in my
Hair and the cool wind beneath my feet.
I want to fly above your warm, auburn
Eyescape, where a saxophone breathes
About home or maybe a snowed-in
Motel in a palace where it feels too early for
There to be snowfall.
I want to sit, toes-touching, eyes
Smiling, with the cold side of the
Pillow to keep my dreams company
Under this quilt that smells of
Couches and kindling.
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Adam Osman-Krinsky is a second-year at Pomona College interested in movies, books, architecture, ecology, and translation. He loves reading and watching people's recommendations to him!
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