bottom lip

can't sit still
today is grey and i
could find a few reasons
for my fidgeting.

shake like red leaves,
cold streams through
windows and i'm
fully dressed but still
chill. still shiver.

wrapped in a
glittered haze of
aftershock, or morning
afterglow.

you've been
unexpected. a bright
break in the autumn
monotony. forked like
blue lightning between
piled thunderloft days.

apologies for the
lack of rhyme, if i'm
being too vague.
but today i'm draped

in vaguery, like a smock.
i feel elusive, ethereal -
smoky along my inside
edges. untied and
distracted.

not a thing to
hold on to.