this is you she points at my carton of milk
and that's me she indicates the bottle of honey
you're milk and i'm honey
she says that every other day
she tells me she can't explain
why or how that's so
because she's a writer. and writers only feel
i want to tell her how absurd that sounds
i'm not milk and you're not honey
i'm me and you're you
but she just shakes her head and braids my hair
and teases how different we are
and how we can never be one
i laugh and agree
but right now i'm adding
spoonfuls of honey to my carton of milk
and chugging glasses one by one
milk and honey
are we one now?

-milk and honey

Rupi Kaur has a magical effect on us poets doesn't she