i thought i saw a grey hair

but instead found a bit of straw

i would have found burst capillaries

hadn't i played with caterpillars

i could have been wrinkled already

if outdoor dust didn't laugh off like leaf veins

cognition XX

on impression dissention
how past me sees me now
and how me now sees me to be

questions come when shower water covers
about mothers, will i ever hear
your children are so beautiful?
what do i wear inside my mini
below my sunglasses and ice coffee
that conceal and reverse a restless night
lipstick stain on an orange straw
can i see myself at all?

what did i see as a girl
wishing i was a teenager
curly black hair and hoop jewelry
curves and lines shouting out my head
walking on asphalt, my childhood street
slapping heels and smacking gum