Signals

Every mirror today felt like a stranger waving from another train.

My shadow stretched tall and reminded me growth isn't loud.

Wind tangled my hair and worries together; I kept the braid.

Dinner burned, but laughter tasted just fine.

Anger dissolved into salt on my lips.

Will I ever feel like I'm really here?

I scrolled until my thumb forgot intention.

I listened to the fridge hum in C major and felt forgiven.

My smile felt counterfeit in the dim glow of the screen.

Old perfume in the wardrobe unlocked a moth-eaten summer.