i spoke with the sun
about a certain someone
the conversation was brief
and all the while i spun
he who sees from all angles
and burns bunned hair in tangles
he confirmed what i already knew
that memory of hatred strangles
from there i retired home
and configured a tired poem
(one for her and one for myself)
and ran my hair through a comb
a mirror plagiarized my face
and i arrived in a new space
i saw love in a human being
and i felt it in her embrace
