A Part

part

                                                        Image: gustav soderstrom

Playing apart in a partial parting

We play a part

And lay

All

In the same patch.


There is no push to the pull of gravitation, 

Only weary arms fighting needles of clocks that wake us-

apart,  

Prickled fingers threading needles on cloths that cover us- 

asleep, 

(perchance to dream, perchance to dream, perchance to dream).


We had a daughter once.

I used to be her, 

You used to be me,

A primitive knot, 

Us plus ed.
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