Tonight
I removed a layer
I peeled back and coughed up
Tequila Cantinas from my past.
Spun with broken glass in the frame
belting out the sounds I forgot.
She was there.
Looking at me in the mirror
A stranger that showed me a
six-pack stomach,
firm places taken for granted,
the picture of healthy insanity.
Her eyes dulled and brightened
the same ways that mine do today.
I will take you on.
I will take you to town.
Drive you home and put you to bed
After holding back the hair of your ghost friend.
The mirror couldn’t get smokier,
with watering eyes, I came to life!
The future was ignored.
Known, yet placed in recess.
Sandstone particles overcame it.
Built new work around it.
And I landed face-first
into the mirror.
She was there.
She dusted off my pants and
blew away
all
the endings.
This young me…wanted. desperately.
Often. And with contrast.
Tonight
I removed a layer
I peeled back and coughed up
the physics of my past.