I RELATE

I relate to the pumpkin in the poem

I relate to you 20 years ago 

I relate to myself drinking

Bloody Marys for hydration

I relate to the therapist 

in her plush raccoon sweater

and to my own laundry

the wrists still wet

I relate to the snow

that’s usually rain

and the radio

and the coasters

and all my dead uncles

and the picture of the 

lipstick daughters 

drunk at the Cuban place

I relate to the dust
on the chains in your kitchen

I relate to the woman 

in the poem

voila