Wishful pumpkining? Anything to avoid winter? C’mon leatherhead: I just took a garden-hose shower in sub-65 degree Fahrenheit and dread with more shivver than I can – or should – share the next time I approach the door muddy and know this scum must come off outside. Besides: who keeps a pumpkin on their table? Any decorative cuts? Candles? Just think: but some few months you get to welcome Spring. Again. May so it be, Juice. I trepidate for you, my friend.
approaching winter
a pumpkin on my table
might just outlast me
