January 7th

Today I saw a circle
of writers and poets
to share stories.

Today I heard conversations
between the new year and the old,
and what life is really like
once you go down the rabbit hole.

Today I smell menthol.
Tripple action cherry vapor
spreads throughout my lungs
causing cough to taper.

Today I taste silky green
partying with peppers
and crunch salted triangles—
into my mouth it goes.

Today I felt mortality.
Developing intolerance for sickness,
even the common cold.
So I sleep and tell it,
“not today.”