Three Faces of I
I chased my selves
down the hallway tonight,
and called them both by name
They stopped and wavered
before looking away,
turning their backs again
Subliminal
gravity captured the space,
attraction thrice denied
The fusion once splintered
reuniting itself,
me, myself—and I
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2020
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