when another 'you' finds it way into my poetry i will dance in celebration

"How are you?"

penetrating through

crashing all around, i look to the right

he's tracking me

"can't you tell im avoiding myself? i dont know"

said through pulled lips, frozen smiles

my glial cells must sing your name

picking them out

there, embedded and supported

or maybe you live in the synapse

myelinate these thoughts

reprieve in breath

head to tail, then tail to head

until then I rest in the stillness between