how can it become small
it can’t be a small thing:
to open, to split, to melt
this one time of your pawky life
when someone else matters
more to you than you:
yes!
It cannot be a small thing
when the arc-light jumps
between skin-in and skin-out
subjective becomes objective
one becomes two and the two
reunite again into one and then,
and then . . . who can know?
you roll and you hardly know
who is who and who isn’t . . .
none of this even requires a body.
But if we keep at this continuous
smoothing of our skins together
at this rate, by next year . . . .
©2016, 2018 Thomas N. Dennis
