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.
