Worlds
WORLDS
I switch
from one to the other
on a regular basis.
One delivers bread
the other,
space and comfort.
Acclaim is not
in a high place
on their agendas.
When one world
tires of me, it sends me
to the other with a headache
When I grow tired of the other
habit takes me out
on an unwinding mission.
Neither of my worlds
contemplate a merger.
They hate the rubbing of shoulders.
Grudgingly, they acknowledge my presence.
When I’m around no more,
None will be the wiser.
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