What would she name me? (a poem)

Remembering something this morning, and following where it leads…

She named her blues
spoke to it like a friend

There’s nothing else left to do
when something becomes that familiar
even the blues

You can’t kill something
you’re indifferent to

Not that my distance is life-affirming
but anything that reduces the body count
(figuratively speaking)
must have some redeeming features

Their reluctance
mirrors my own

I avoid mirrors
at home

(3 June 2018)