Poem #102

sameness for all of it
an individual at every milestone
this is me
I’ve only ever been me
and I stare at those bonded,
consistently serial
or just once maybe still,
and they aren’t individual
they are no longer human
they are squared human
but were they unities?
or originally fractions?
I don’t know
I didn’t know them before
but their decisions are joint now
they come as a pair
trousers, not socks
they are whispering
and smiling together
alone in a crowd
it’s remarkable
squaring a fraction creates less
squaring one is still one
am I a fraction or one?
which are they?

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