November was a big month;
3 to 4 poetry slams and readings a week ,
“The Slip” writing group every Friday,
30 poems in 30 days,
red lipstick every damn day,
helping my favorite neighbor
who is an AMAZING poet named
move to Staten Island,
and then waking up December 1st
to work at the same restaurant I’ve been
at for over four years now.
After work was a work party
for The Basics online magazine
that I work for as a photojournalist.
And now I’m home.
Full of mojito and celebratory churros,
and in an hour and a half
the year that I have spent growing will
be recognized with a birthday.
Another year older and before I know it
I’ll stumble into Christmas,
into the new year,
but right now, it’s just
the end of November,
just the end of a big red month.