random girls don't waste time

it always floods

after four fingers

in the alley

where the dumpsters

i fall onto

the skeletal pumpkin. it pushes me away. we sit in the fog together. condensation covers our faces. [why did you go into the tree, the skeletal pumpkin asks and burns its accordion face with a tiny match plant.] i bite the skeletal pumpkin. it presses its skeletal mouth together and whimpers several times. [i am not pie, the skeletal pumpkin says. how dare you treat me like that? do you think i am sugared and baked so that you can have a culinary delight? i am not. in fact, i am full of parsley leaves. they grow out of my seeds.