The Mortality of the Plural

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity

we once were?

so compact nobody

needed a bed, or food or money—

nobody hiding in the school bathroom

or home alone

pulling open the drawer

where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good

belongs to you.   Remember?

There was no   Nature.   No

them.   No tests

to determine if the elephant

grieves her calf  

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