In My Mirror (a talk with myself)

This incense is taking forever to light and the match has burned to my fingers
it reminds me of old brittle leaves
hard library books
philosophy
your philosophy on life is nihilistic
but things matter
you matter to me
six months only six since the summer
mosquito coils and spoiled milk get hot
my tea grows cold I can't handle cold

Teachers and poets encourage free thought
But I'm trapped in the blank in the low hook
of answer 'g' multiple choice multiple guess choice guesses I guess
I dream Stanford and Love
I want to hold you like Athena you said I am wise but cruel
cruel to love you I hope
the snow comes soon the rain will stop
my eyes will sag and cheeks droop
will I still hunger for you when I'm that old older in six months

I loved you I wished you had been there during the blackout
I black out when I stand up too fast time moves too fast maybe you
should come back home to feed your cats I have only one only
one kiss is too much to forget
you forget that mosquito coil and my dry humor
but don't forget
me I was an event

in your first life