Today I met a poet
I don’t know her name
I saw her image in the mirror
I am not quite the same
When I read her words
They tore me apart
Thundered down the hallway
Stabbed me through the heart
Do you think its possible
That I might not be here
I dissolve into the wall
I might never reappear
I want to make as if
You can never truly see me
To go into the silence
And not exist completely
Because I have read her words
They echo in my head
I don’t know why she wrote them
They were not words I have said
And yet they came from somewhere
A place that I have been
I deny understanding
They are not words that I mean
Yet still she keeps on reading
At the top of her voice
Shouting ever louder
And I don’t have a choice
Today I met a poet
And I cannot pretend
The words that she shouted
They were mine in the end
A Tuesday Latte 