Date: 9/27/2022
By midnight-libra
the autumn is coming when you’re thinking of taking the train back home and soup is on the stove. a jumbled soup you made with corn and potatoes and turkey meatballs and your brother is there but really he’s ten hours north. the autumn is coming when you’re homesick and you’re not sure why because school’s barely begun to sink in sink like boots into the mud. but the mud feels like tar nonetheless.