may 7th

 i thought i saw your reflection

i thought i heard your voice

does that happen to you too?

pink and clay

pink and clay 

sand and bright blue

turquoise, like your spirit 

pricked by the agave 

my bruises make sense 

my cuts are from something 

my scars are faded 

i wonder if anyone sees them

do they make me tough

or make me weak

hold me up to the light 

this is me, this is me

i don’t have more

i’ve told all my stories

my head feels inside out

you can see anything

aug 7