two for the price of one

what we keep to ourselves
words press against my teeth
they knock and pound and throw a fit
fighting for release
and the part of me that’s comfortable
is calling out for peace
but the part of me in shadow
finds it harder to agree

wander
your mind has been found wandering around
with your middle school best friend,
the smell of dirt and lemon dish-soap.
for a moment you had one thought:
a movie theater and an old flame
or the taste of pancakes at 1am.
foreign friends making mirrors out of memories.
but you’re here now, and soon enough
it’ll be the new old gang.