pumpkin head

i buy a pumpkin,

they're everywhere you look.

orange,

yellow,

multi-colored pumpkins.

big, small,

cute little mini ones.

i feel

obligated somehow

to buy one,

to take one home

and dig

the guts out, carve

a face onto it

and then set it on

the porch

with a lit candle inside.

i pick up

a pumpkin pie too,

then a pumpkin

spice

latte from Starbucks

with pumpkin whipped

cream on top.

i'm chewing pumpkin

flavored gum.

my wife calls me pumpkin head,

i call her

pumpkin back.

As we lie upon the couch

we bite into pumpkin

flavored

cupcakes warm

off the rack.

we are pumpkin people,

without a doubt.