MIRROR
10.24.20
there’s dissonance between your skin and mine
all seven of your instruments
is what happens when you soothe caffeine inflammation
with golden milk,
weighing mixtures of turmeric and black pepper against untamed addictions
the ones we use to fill up the holes from our uprooted
we still find herbs in city-scapes
there’s still a garden in your skin
maybe that’s what happens
you loose your words the way i loose my touch
so we talk with the space between our eyes
you say mine are kind
i tell you they’re just tired
but you’ve got a red sun on your card that says tomorrow there’s saguaros
even if we can’t tell
dawn from dusk