Nick Flynn

To exist wholly in another, seamless,
mirrored. Think of the hive,

at each turn we find ourselves, not
a version, not a replica,
but our whole selves. Love,

you claim, comes close to this,
no space

between your words, a hand

over each other’s heart. How do you live
with this distance? I have you, she
claims, or, I know you,

but she can never say, I am you.

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