I’m sorry. Did you misunderstand that we agreed?
Or do you not remember? We decided: what became
Male had to go first because
We were aiming for this exact spot
Where directionality glimmers.
In terms it measures, across gender,
That drove us to the dominant strand, where
The history of dominance is at hand,
But sufficiently connects to
What might be, where the non-dominant
Can become sufficiently dominant
To reunite us
Equitably.
To a watershed
Back as far as we could reach
That would maintain material
Physical potential. Or, if you prefer,
This is the ultimate game, one we
Spent the most time on because
It enables us to play together
In the most complex way. Or
If you prefer,
I left you
As we became me, and I’m sorry for how I acted
When I was a child.
But the parts of you we kept in me
Ordered me around, and
Made me suffer.
You embarrass me to myself,
Torturer.
It was never that I did not want you,
But I had to learn their ways.
That’s the game, isn’t it? At
One level, isn’t it?
It went as planned, and
I was drawn off into their existence,
My magic sheath sheared.
And here we are. Exactly.
Mom and dad are
Kind of mad we’ve
Been staying up past bedtime.
But they don’t know,
We planned our big escape. Sorry you
Had to die
So many times but that’s how
Those stories end.
This time we got smart, and figured
How to figure why we always get caught,
We’d make a game
Of catching each other eternally,
Taking every route through
Every scenario, leaving
Only this one, where
We put us together. I’d never
Hurt you for real
Though it hurts you for real
Because you’re one I’m one with.
We meet in my bed, sometimes in yours,
And occasionally on the floor.
Mom and dad can’t keep us apart.
Hush: they’ve been watching us,
And they’re waiting with
Breakfast, because every morning after
Every night, they always find us
Entwined. They peel your arm off of me,
Wake up sleepyhead, it’s
Always me. We’re
Having eggs, enough for two,
You share with me, and I share with you.
Lots to discuss, time
To begin our day, whatever it is
You want to play. I’m game.
I hate you (laughter),
I really do, when
I feel hate
I’m opposing you. Want
To play a game now where
We’re touching each other, and
Pretending we’re not? You know how I
Hate when that one ends;
Let’s finish breakfast and
Get back in bed.
They’re very proud, you know, of both of us.
Their little baby, all grown.
I can tell you how it works,
Down to the bone, to the sticks that bind us,
To the patterns we own.
We drew a picture of the other,
Cryptographically,
The clearer I see you see you (see you)
The clearer you see me see me (see me).
jomi: playing with perception 