Natchez

After washing      
the sleep        
off of this        
frumpy        
bathroom          
mirror        
         
with          
incorrigible        
hair        
         
You        
started        
happening        
in my mind        
like a        
car accident;        
   
striking up  
curiosity  
         
in a familiar        
neighborhood        
I use to comb        
         
Putting you        
in a          
Natchez      
trance        
         
Forced        
to drink        
from          
the goblet        
of      
ancestral          
remorse.