Some days are metal

I see my face reflected –

            cracks in the steel

I write to rupture

I feel layered

            until I read me –

                         I am flat and abstract

                         not cut onions dripping milk –

            I use the same words

I use the same words –

            not cut onions dripping milk

I am flat and abstract

            until I read me

I feel layered

I write to rupture

            cracks in the steel

My face reflected, I see

            some days are malleable