I

I

is a single

sliver of many

mes

and one

of the many

yous

shared by the

all of

wes

*

We’re sitting across from each other

and there’s nothing to say

except trying to

make my interests more interesting

my life more lively

and my me more meaningful

by including her

and reminding her how much fun

it was last night when

I was part of her

like paint that eventually flicked

to reveal a wall

that was more interesting, more lively, more meaningful

than the surface

for it was that wall

that could be painted

but it needed her

and her hands

and this moment where we say nothing –

this awkwardness is the most

important thing in an awkward universe

that only holds one life,

maybe ours

*

There are too many

people in this world

for me to be the only one

to think that

there are too many

people in this world

for me