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September Sweats


Author
 Magda N-W
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The poem is based around the weird in-between space of autumn where people aren't having summer romances anymore and aren't in a rush to couple up. It's a time when most of my friends find themselves heartbroken, which isn't in itself sultry but most of the things that tend to happen during those times are sultry and covert and complex.

September Sweat
In the thin red months,

between the cool condensation
on the outside of a pitcher
hot drips, lemon wedges, barbecue air

and bundled fire moments
strung-light nights, red-nosed
hot-cider fueled, short days

hang the sultry autumn days.

They pride themselves on slow-death
the wilting of sun-baked promises
and the springing up of cuffing season

adding of layers, scarfs and distance
contemplated love letters, dried flower stems
a change in the wind, on the tongue

salted, warm and wanting, they'll linger.