keeping score of november.
Today I finally cleaned my room. I found heart stickers stuck to the soles of my socks, and tinsel ripped from hometown-team pom-poms. There were matches struck days ago, laid at the floor of a fireplace that’s never functioned, below the scented candle on the mantle that I huddle by for warmth. What I would give to be rich enough to turn on the heat. As I bend to pick up the matches, to…






