The Fine Print
You stop in your tracks,
Thinking you know me.
I do not have another half.
No soul mirrors mine.
I have scratched and clawed and bitten for this tenuous grasp.
I cannot let it go.
The way laughter spills easily from your mouth.
How did you arrive at that place?
Pulpy heart beating for all to see.
If I remove this thin veil,
My nakedness will show
And perhaps that I am a fool
And lived my days
For the me I’ve only just discovered in you.
Art & Letters is a collaboration:
Water color by Maren Jensen
Interpreted by Colleen Sohn