My head gets shoved deep into the machine.
I come home to a letter from the servants
demanding the very last whisper
you left in my ear; they want to take anything
I don’t want them to. Some August leaves
still on the table right next to the bills.
Those leaves were once open, gasping,
like September had started,
all that red with just a breath of yellow.
They can’t believe they’re not what they were.
Nate Pritts is the author of six books of poetry, most recently Right Now More Than Ever
(H_NGM_N 2013). His poetry and prose have been widely published, both online and in print, in such journals as Southern Review, American Poetry Review, Passages North, Court Green
, and Gulf Coast
. In 2001, he founded H_NGM_N, an online journal and small press, and serves as its director. He lives in the Finger Lakes Region of New York.