I’m me,
You’re you
Can we still be?
With yours that’s yours, a clashing array of lines that used to intersect with mine that’s mine—
I’m me.
You’re you.
Our lines now parallel or even farther, no longer intersect in that delicious laughter and hyperbolic spontaneity.
So we continue,
Me
You
No longer we.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
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