by carolinenoelle

when entering woods

(another October is over—)

a woodpecker knocks back, hello

“If only I could give you

the moments I have alone.”


maybe, here–

we could get married?

go home, watch movies (in the same bed.)


and name our daughters after trees.


I am happy here, you know,

with my New Collected Friends.

I’ve taken all of their photographs

(holding their dogs and their dreams)


but do you want to come over?