Kindred souls,
we’ve been told
that we’re old souls.
I had found another,
my celestial sister.
And now I hear your voice,
your words of choice,
“I still need your teeth around my organs”
and I feel like I know you too,
though we’ve never met,
but I can’t expect
anyone to comprehend
the distinct way your words send
me to a world I remember
only in dreams.
So it seems
you are also a member
of this alternate universe
where we speak in verse
and sing to the moon.
So I listen to your song,
and my heart swoons,
as I think of another,
if he’s one of us too.
